The Mystery Of The Crooked Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted to meet up with the session even though I had a bartending job I applied for recently and Cello practice that I forgot my coat. “What are you doing?” I looked up. Croix was standing there with a cigarette in his hand and a frown on his face. I gawked at his form. The bad boy looks elegant and that is a complete turn on for me. He strides towards me in his sleek powerful figure in his all black outfit- black coat, black pants, black shoes and black leather gloves. I clutched the hem of my blouse tightly. I am desperate to capture this mystery and put it on the page. I stood to my feet and dusted my ass facing him. “I’m really sorry but the camera I asked for hasn’t arrived yet. If it

the man before him trembled and nod. “Leave!” The man left the room immediately. --- || ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ’s ᴘᴏᴠ || I can’t understand. Few days ago, my mens had informed me about a secret meeting between the underworld mafia’s. I wonder how is it possible. It felt suspicious to me. Even before that I sent two of my mens to keep an eye and they vanished. But this time...

“I don't know. What is it uncle? Why… Why am I here? He chuckles, a faint smile plays at the corner of his lips. My stomach churns as I have the feeling that something ominous is brewing. He raises his body from the desk and moves to the chair opposite mine. His smoky gray eyes are directed at me. He caresses his trimmed moustache and then, makes eye contact with the men behind me. The man moves from his position and heads to the safe in the corner. My eyes follow him, my body still trembling from the uncertainty. He emerges with a leather case in his hand and drops it on the table in front of Roberto. Reaching for the black leather case, Roberto pulls it closer to himself, opening it slowly

"The manager was the one who had sold the pill and Mysteria knowing you have found him decided to kill him to shut him up." "Who could this person be?" He mused to himself. "That, my friend, is what we don't know. We do know some helpful things though. That Mysteria is a woman, she always wears a black cloak, she has a pair of Krysts or what did you call it? She also has a sickness that required that drug. One thing I can conclude is, the man you have or used to have in the prison is not the perpetrator." "If he isn't, then why did he run away?"

I was then clueless to what kind of job he was offering, so he told me to meet him today in this restaurant so we can talk about it. The man whom I had known to be as Mr. Ambrose, looked like a rich and decent man in his early thirties. It was also one of the factors why I decided to meet him. He looked professional and I don't think he was a member of a mafia or some human trafficking syndicate. Though like they said, looks can be deceiving, so I guess I would have the final decision later when I already know what is the job he is offering. "Hello, Mr. Ambrose," I said politely as I took my seat.

The room was now dark with only one lit candle at an end, in front of the lit candle was a long bead-like rope used to demarcate the room. "Are you here to read your fortune?" A man on the other side of the brick wall asked. Neither Scott nor martin nor Ronnie could see the man but he was there. Scott poked Martin since he brought them there, he should talk. "No, we are here to see..." Martin tried to say but was interrupted by the voice of the invincible man. "You are thieves," the man said. "What the hell?" Ronnie whispered. "Did you tell them that martin?" Scott asked whisperingly stunned by the man's words.

A crooked tooth man walked towards Regal with a bloodied cutlass in his had. "hahah you found me." Regal laughed. "You still have the guts to laugh? The rumors say you are a monster that doesn't feel pain. Is that true? I am here to confirm that, I don't care about the bounty." the crooked tooth man said. Regal laughed, taking a step back. " Eyy I feel hurt, I thought you came to greet me. " The crooked tooth man smirked. He launched forward at Regal who skillfully evaded his attack but fell to his back.

White but she was certain he had to have a real name. "Okay, now Mr. White is a very strange man. He hates the media and he hates pictures. Part of your job is to make sure nobody takes a picture or requests a physical interview, no matter what, okay?" Adam whispered to me as we stepped out of the elevator. The place was almost like a penthouse. There were chairs arranged like in a lounge. With flowers lining the reception area. Adam greeted the receptionist and proceeded to the main office. He gave a small knock and pushed the door open.

The strange thing was that the blood on the walls and the corpse had been fresh, strange considering that Jon Doe over here had been dead for a few days now. It’s one of two things from what I can see, either the blood is fake or from a blood bank, the scuffle to the wall suggests that the Hudson brothers had tried to fight off someone in here.The Hudson brothers are two very large men, they must have put up quite the fight but in the end could have been out numbered. Now this is starting to look more like a kidnapping rather than a murder and fled scene.

After a few moments, I knew why the Elders had parted. A man—one whose face was darkened by the night—turned the corner into the alley and took long, agonizingly slow steps towards me. My lungs were dying slowly from anticipation; I just knew that he was the one to kill me. "Go on and tell Abraham we got her," the mysterious man said. His voice was deep and smooth like melted butter; like he was born and groomed in the deepest bayou at the edge of The Boot. And at his command, the Elders were gone. Poof. Erased from the wretched alleyway. It was only him and me, and I still wondered if it would be a good idea to make a run for it; if he would either tackle me or kill me if I ran away.