Novel & Cerita Ulquiorra

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

I saw them make a wall in the corridor outside through the glass walls. Then I saw him. A young man striding confidently through the hall. Dark hair. Olive skin. And Xaviero's cruel, cold eyes. There was a gun hanging out of his side, and he wasn’t even making an effort to conceal it. Santiago Del Rios. Coming for revenge. Coming for Kade. Coming for us. I looked down at my babies. For Celine who had just survived brain surgery. At Ethan whose body was at long last fighting back. life, that they had fought so hard. And now this.

With that in mind, he had paid no small sum to hire the three old men from Glenpawa Mountain—who each had extraordinary martial arts skills—to hopefully help his son recover… Either way, after sitting by Quaan’s side for a while to check his condition, one of the elderly men eventually said, “…Hmm… Young Master Wroe’s condition is really serious!” “How serious are we talking about here, Me. Quarles?” asked Quid in a worried tone. As Quid had stated, the old person went by Lidorn Quarles, and he had already entered the Third rank in the Avatar Realm.

I mumbled. “I know.” He admitted. “But things are changing slowly. One of my main responsibilities is to hold the family together, and for many people that means keeping the traditional rules. If I overturned everything all of a sudden, they would want to remove me. And I am a Rivera, only Riveras can be the Don.” “It’s not like you’re very progressive yourself.” I commented. “I’m learning, Bella.” "Who are you?" I asked, suspiciously. "Mariano Lionelli Montefiore Rivera. Google it, Bella." He said without blinking.

"He's sweet and considerate. He's really good to me and I care about him. But...but I care about you, too. And I want both of you guys to be part of my life without all of this distrust and animosity poisoning the relationships I have with both of you." How the hell do I respond to that? Contrarily, sweetheart, Alejandro Quintanilla is part of a multi-billion dollar drug empire that he happens to be the head assassin for. Oh, and I can't forget the fact that his real name is Luis Velasquez and his biological father is Pablo Escobar, the most notorious drug-crazy psychopathic cartel boss the world has ever fucking seen. "I understand," is what I opt for instead. "You still don't trust him?" L

Isla concluded, her gaze searching Sierra's face. "Can I see the photos of them?" Sierra asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Isla was taken aback but nodded in agreement, pulling out her phone and scrolling through the images. She handed the device to Sierra, who studied the faces carefully. Sierra's eyes widened open, she kept zooming In on the Asian guard’s face. "I don't recognize Pedro Gonzalo, but..." Sierra's voice trailed off, a look of recognition dawning on her face. "This guard, his name………his name is Jomari."

“Or blue eyes.” Bravely, I lifted my hand to his chest. “Stop.” Despite his calm exterior, beneath my touch, this man’s heart too was racing, thumping wildly. Energy pulsated from him to me as if our touch was a conduit for electricity. I met his gaze. “Tell me who you are and how you’re here in my home.” “You do not recognize me?” He took a step back and bowed at the waist before standing erect. “Lo lament. Mí nombre es Reinaldo. Some call me Rei.”

Then, he snaked his arm and effortlessly dragged me by his side as he gestured his hand towards Joaquin and Horace. "My lovely Luna," he said dramatically, gesturing his hand towards them. "I would like you to meet our trusted people." Joaquin stepped forward, his head inclining, and his hand was on his chest. "Joaquin Mardox, Beta of the Golden Eclipse Pack," he introduced. "At your service, Luna." Horace did the same thing. "Head butler, at your disposal, Luna." I held my breath at their introduction. Did Lucretius say that they were the trusted people?

A figure steps out of the darkened corner of the compound, and the shadows get deeper. This presence stirs something deep inside Diego. When the figure steps into the light, his heart skips a beat. He sees a face he thought he would never see again: Joaquín Muñoz, a former member of the Rivas Pack. Time has not been good to him. His once-sharp features are now hard, and his eyes are burning with a cold, vengeful fire.