Urbano Novels & Stories

I knew just how to fix both their asses though. "Thanks Grimaldi that's very nice of you now can we get back to work?" "Sure, I just came by to give Katarina her little gift. I know how she loves speed so when I saw this little beauty I knew she had to have it. It's the only one like it in the states I think there's only a handful in existence. It goes from zero to sixty in two point four seconds."

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

Back to Dante and Julie Dante and Jullie stepped out of the taxi into the heart of Mexico City, the vibrant energy of the place a stark contrast to the grim task they were about to undertake. The air was filled with the sounds of street vendors, the scent of tacos al pastor, and the distant melody of a mariachi band. They walked toward a small, unassuming cafe, its faded awning a splash of red against the beige walls. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee and pastries hung in the air, a comforting aroma that did little to ease their nerves.

The car hummed softly as it glided along the smooth roads of Quesa, Viscarria’s capital. Elle leaned against the window, watching the scenery unfold like a painting in motion. The city was nothing short of mesmerizing—a delicate fusion of the ancient and the modern, where towering glass structures stood in harmony with grand stone buildings that spoke of a history far older than she could fathom.

They reveled in the heat of the battle, enjoying the adrenaline that it brought. “What are we going to do anyway?” Metikulo reprimanded his brother who seemed adamant about causing trouble. Though he too enjoyed the sheer joy of fighting, there was no way that he’d want to get scolded by their mother again. “All we need to do is just take one of those carts that have food and we’re all good,” Giro pointed at the four-wheeled container that was carrying baskets of fruits, bottles of wine, and urns spices. “How will we do that?” Cicero frowned seeing how large the thing was. He was sure that taking such a large thing was going to be a lot of work, something he did not like very much.

“There are four with his wife, Renata. Antonio is the oldest and thinks with his temper and not his brain. I’ve had to clean up more than a few of his messes. Manetto is all about drugs and partying. Valentina is a spoiled bitch with only materialism on her mind. And Roman you know.” Oh, I knew Roman. “He’s a two-faced bastard who can’t seem to do anything on his own.” He nodded. “Roman is Renata’s baby, and two months younger than me. He wants what he wants, but he expects others to give it to him. And Renata coddles them all, giving them whatever they want.” “What about you?” I asked. “You already know how I grew up,” he said. “Yes, I grew up with the best of everything, including educatio

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

When she came across the Dodge Ram, Bryce was hanging by his feet from the tree that was next to it. Upon closer inspection, she discovered long thin scratches across the body of the pickup truck. Dawn traced them with her fingers and paused when they ended at a bloody hook dangling from a wing mirror. “Oh, crap”, she breathed. She was fully aware of the legend…of the multiple urban legends of the Hook Man. She hoped that this was a macabre coincidence and not the vengeful spirit coming out to play. ~0~