Tanis Underworld 소설 & 이야기

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.

he went there and followed her. She went to the back side of the villa. After reaching there, she went to a dry Banyan tree. In the banyan tree there appeared buttons after knocking in it three times. She typed the password and the banyan tree opened. Just..just like a gate. After that they went inside. It was dark when the gate get closed. Before the door opened, Rose whispered," Welcome to our world." After the door opened it was bright everywhere. Everyone was running here to there. They all seem busy.

Eon closed his eyes for he remembered that the men could be videotaping this and it would be impossible to explain Trent’s physical appearance. “Hey, careful with the bullets. They are laced with wolfsbane. Stay with your cousin and get away from here.” Trent growled. Unhappy that he was giving him an order. Another disadvantage of not being one with his men. Whenever they are fully turned, they only listen to their Alpha. Trent and Travis have been rouge for many years and they only work for him when he needed extra hands. They weren’t part of the wolves that he allowed to stay at Luna. The two won’t listen to him once they turned for he isn’t their Alpha.

We were three teenagers locked up in an underground cell on an unknown island aiming to stop a criminal organisation who was operating in the Underworld. “Exactly,” Rachel sighed. “How do we plan on wiping out this deadly Obsidian and locating the Leaf?” I checked my watch. 03:27.

I was staring at the tiled floor, heart thudding louder than I liked. This was it. The window. I needed to plant something. Just enough to see if Max would bite. I waited until he was very engrossed on his phone before standing and moving a few steps away, just far enough to make it seem like a private call, but close enough for him to hear if he wanted to. I pressed my phone to my ear and spoke into the quiet, pretending to speak to an art gallery manager. “Hi, yes, this is Lila Bennett from Sinclair Enterprise. I’m following up on the availability of the Visage & Void collection, the oil paint pieces with the cityscape overlays?”

But just as I was underwater, I saw she had already popped up on the top of the water, her legs visible in the sun. “Goddess Ivy. Don’t you know swimming under a waterfall is dangerous!?” I shook her, gripping her arms. Her eyes were wide, looking at my hands. “I didn’t go under it, Alex I went around it.” I tightened my grip. “You’re hurting me.” “I’m sorry.” I pulled her into a hug. “You just scared me.” “Blake, for someone so strong, many things scare you.” She ran her hand down my cheek. “There’s real danger in this world, Constant wars. Constant betrayals. You’ve already seen it.” I swallowed, thinking about it. “Only now have I had anything I was terrified to lose.”

Sienna appeared unexpectedly. “What are you doing here? Luca hissed, startled then annoyed. “This isn’t your place.” Sienna held up a tablet, “I’ve been analyzing Marco’s old communications. There’s a pattern in the way the Torres Clan attacks.” “What kind of pattern?” Nico asked, curious. Sienna pointed to the screen. “They always strike near the end of shipments, when the guards are most tired. If you stagger the loading times and switch routes unpredictably, you’ll disrupt their timing.”

My heart started racing and my palms grew clammy as I thought about the challenges that lie ahead. I know that infiltrating the enemy's ranks will be no easy task, but I was prepared to face any danger in order to fulfill my mission. Clad in my new identity as Nora, I steady my breathing and remind myself of the countless hours I spent practicing my new persona. I repeat my fabricated backstory in my head, making sure that every detail is etched into my memory. I am no longer Eva, the Alpha's daughter who lost her pack and family; I am Nora, a rogue werewolf searching for a place to belong.

Emilia insisted, though her gaze kept darting around as she tried to formulate an escape plan. Rocco was about to speak when Anthony came in and reported, "Bad news, boss! Cassandra is missing, and there are four dead bodies in the room where she was being held! We investigated their identities and discovered that Emilia had hired those men to violate Cassandra last night. "Also, Cassandra didn't show up at the fake wedding ceremony." A surge of panic swept over Rocco. Cassandra was missing? She'd left? Wasn't she an orphan? Where could she go?

"Of course! Who else could be worthy of me?" Then he pointed at my house with disgust. "You were right, Isabella. Just looking at her makes me sick. "Someone get in there! Smash everything in that dump! Burn it all, capisce? "I'm Marco Benedetti, and I'm destined for great things. I can't have this kind of stain on my record!"