Tormentor Mine Novels & Stories

Victor Azel Rossi's name is well-known in the business world; he is the sole owner of several homes across the world, as well as a well-known hotel, aviation company, and restaurant. Despite being tough at work, he is a gentle and loving husband and father to his children. However, everyone has a secret, and Victor will not be left behind. When you mention his name in Italy, you can be sure that everyone who hears it will quake in fear. Because he is the sole leader or commander of the Red Treasure Mafia in Italy, also known as the Italian Mafia. Their organization's objective and motivation are to serve and defend individuals without making trouble, but if you damage anyone in their group,

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.

Madam's brother asked. "She is in the black stone pack land." "But that area is under you." "Yes, that's why we didn't bother to comb through it, as the pack had already moved here." "Alpha that land is mountainous with several caves and tunnels. We never explored them much. Assuming they would be empty." Damon said. I looked at the proceedings with awe. "That place is spread in acres, how are we going to search for an underground setup without alerting them?" Rick said. "Collect all the former black stone pack members. Interrogate them, you can use force if required. They have been living there for decades, they must know something." Lucian commanded.

Luciano asked immediately. “An old copper mine. North ridge. Deep tunnel system. Abandoned after a collapse.” Javier frowned. “That place is a maze.” “I know,” Tomas said. “I helped design the internal layout when he took it over.” Alvaro’s hand shot through the bars, gripping Tomas by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Careful,” he said quietly. “You’re saying a lot of things that sound like guilt.” Tomas didn’t fight him… Didn’t even flinch.

There were no buildings, no lights, and no roads—only a massive, moss-covered concrete cap poured directly into the mouth of an old larimar mine shaft fifty yards ahead. ​"It’s beneath the waterfall," Eniola said, pointing toward the far end of the ravine where a narrow torrent of mountain water spilled over a ninety-foot ledge, crashing into a deep pool below. Hidden behind the veil of frothing water was a massive, circular steel blast door, bolted directly into the living rock with heavy titanium stabilization rings.

I needed physical assets to build Aurelia Holdings from a phantom bank account into a concrete empire. I tapped my earpiece. "Theodore. Are you logged into the portal?" "I am in, Aurelia," his voice crackled softly. "But I have to warn you. The market analysts value this mine at eighty million dollars, max. The raw earth deposits are mostly dried up in the eastern sector. Are you sure you want to drop our capital on dirt?" "It isn't just dirt," I replied, a slow smile spreading across my face.

"That might be a good idea. So tell me about your pack." "Well, like I told your friend earlier... It is in Montana near Spotted Bear Mountain." "That is a lot more detail than you gave my friend," I tell him laughing. "Yeah, I guess it is, but I figured we were playing the interrogation game." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "We have around Three hundred pack members. Travis is my Beta, and my best friend Nathan is my Gamma. None of us three were mated until tonight." We both smile at the fact that he is the first of them to find a mate.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

The conference room on the fortieth floor of Santos Parallax Corp buzzed with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Twenty-three of the most powerful men in Northshore’s underworld sat around the polished mahogany table, their voices low but heated as they discussed what should have been classified information. “Velmora was supposed to be secure,” Vincent Torrino muttered, adjusting his expensive tie. “Fifty thousand in damages? That’s not just vandalism, that’s a statement.”

“The mines produce—” “Silver. Iron. And gunpowder.” Borin’s voice was gravel in a still room. “Saltpeter caves. Sulfur pits. Charcoal kilns. The waste from those places poisoned the water. Killed the people.” He looked at each silk-lined noble. “Your horses don’t come home coughing yellow.” Elira’s quill hovered above her notes. At the window, back to the room, Thane stood motionless. Watching the mountains. In weeks, he’d learned this wounded land better than men who’d owned it for generations.