The Lord's Caliber Novels & Stories

For him, only his clan and their friendly living with people was important. Lord Uvarov, although he was a conservative, was known as an experienced politician. Therefore, Nathan did not expect such frank words from him. Yet the lord was a politician, and much more sophisticated than himself. Or is this another role of the old intriguer? Why was he so excited? Like they grabbed it alive. Well, perhaps he will listen to the lord further.

Chapter 1 Elena; No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Lord of the underworld. Angelo Fabian. But somehow, my father did. His name alone was enough to cause a shiver to run down your spine. What's worse when you step on his toes? I had heard rumors about him, about the deadly things he does. I had never met him but my colleagues at work might just have. Talked about him in fearful whispers like he is some kind of a god.

“He isn’t my father.” Silence drops. Even my men stiffen. “What?” The masked man snaps. “What the hell is the meaning of this?” He turns. I pull the trigger. Bang. Bullet straight through his skull. He drops instantly. Chaos erupts. Gunfire explodes. My men fire. Their men retaliate. Bullets tear through darkness. Metal rings. Bodies drop. Shouts and smell of blood. Minutes later, heavy silence, lands. My breathing is ragged and fast. My fingers still curled around the trigger. Bodies lie scattered across the docks. Still and dead.

They didn’t even raise questions. Our country, Crest country was a diplomatic one ruled by the government under one president. We lived in the state’s capital, in the richest estate in the city. I studied in Van private academy , the most expensive private academy in the city and I was currently on my tenth grade. Due to our high status, there was absolutely no way I would simply miss the blood test. This was just jumping into a crocodile’s mouth and testing if it would bite you

Cedric’s heart pounded louder than usual as his ears heard approaching footsteps from the first floor. He gulped his nervousness and took a deep breath, which would probably be his last. Accompanied by his group of armed men, the teenage mafia son reached for his own weapon of choice: Smith & Wesson .44 Caliber, gifted from Gerald for his eighteenth birthday last month. He peered from the wall and saw Virginia lead his uncles to come upstairs. Behind them, he saw tens of capos tailing, waiting for the mafia heir’s demise.

I hear him come closer from behind. Turning around, I raise my gun and aim it at his chest. "Stay back," I say coldly. Dane freezes, but he doesn't look scared. "That wasn't what you thought it was." "It doesn't matter. I don't want you anymore," I say coldly. No emotion besides malice is present. Screw my self that thought of a moment of repent. None of that. Not anymore. "I know you do," says Dane. He slowly approaches. Raising my Ruger, I fire once. Dane flies back and he lands on the gym floor. Some blood drips onto the yellow-polished surface.

Cali looked at the weapon, then at the man who had been stalking her since she was a child. She picked it up, the cold metal feeling surprisingly right in her hand. "Does this mean I can shoot you first?" she asked, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. Devi let out a dark, understanding laugh. "If you think you can hit a moving target, Cali baby, be my guest. But remember... I'm the only one who knows where the bullets are buried." Cali looked at the small, elegant weapon in her palm. It was cold, heavy, and undeniably beautiful much like the man watching her with a frighteningly patient expression.

"Then, can I have you?" This question replayed in Sebastian's head as he calmly sipped the red wine from the bottle. It's been three days since the gunshot incident and he was yet to get his kind off the question he was asked just before he slammed the door in anger and left her. He didn't understand what was wrong with him as he had been on a rollercoaster of emotions ever since he had interacted with the woman whom he later found out to be Veronica Smith, the famous actress.

Kindred ordered. The effect wasn't pleasing so he took his gun and left all the caliber he carried. The caliber was to deceive people that his intentions were clean and unharmful to the wolves most times. Pulling at his guns while his men assembled the rifles expertly. They began shooting at the wolves fiercely. The wolves attack back equally, ready to tear them apart. "How the fuck did they find us?" A member yelled while fighting a wolf which weighed 71-176 lb. The man struggled to free himself but his attempt was null and void.

I gave two more hard thrusts and came. I pushed her, whatever her name is , maybe Cassie or Alicia or was it Calis, whatever I don't care anyways, I pushed her off not caring where she landed. I took out my cigarettes, lit it and left the restroom. My name ? Alejandro Armani Russo The heir to the Armani Dynasty, I'm also known as the devil. I fuck girls because I can, I fuck with people because I can , afterall I have the money and power and they always come crawling back, and I don't do second fucks.