Novel & Cerita Urbano

“Oh! Zoe! We failed to heed to his warnings. After the Suramy soldiers besieged this land; pitting their army againstt ours, by a truce, we accepted defeat and agreed passively to their terms. Briah, the priest of Zoe had to inquire from the gods why such a thing could befall us; because the Suramites carried our treasures away, leaving us with only lands to till, and nothing to trade with other kingdoms. They carried most of our young men and conscripted them into their army. As a result, our priest made his findings, and the gods gave him answers. Later, Briah, the priest, assembled the king, chiefs and elders of all the clans together for a meeting. The root of the case came to light. He

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

and the quick footsteps already chasing after me. The cold night air hit my eyes and I blinked hard, swallowing it down. I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to show weakness. I spotted the driver waiting at the curb right away, lined up behind other black cars... and one in particular, red, caught my attention. A Ferrari, to be exact. Who the hell drove something that extravagant at this hour? “Mrs. Greco,” the driver greeted, opening the door for me. I got in after giving him a nod, but before he could close it, Dante stopped him and leaned in.

Lune blushed, smiling at his thoughtfulness, and quickly realized how carefully he had planned everything. Once their bags were ready, they were escorted to Arlo’s private jet. The sleek, luxurious jet waited for them on the runway, its glistening exterior hinting at the elegance that awaited them on board. Lune's eyes widened as she took it all in, feeling a blend of wonder and excitement. She’d never imagined her life would bring her to moments like this, flying to Italy with the love of her life on a private jet.

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

Alfredo Fabri POV As you might already known, I am Alfredo Fabri. Within the Family, I simply go by Fabri, but outside the Family, they call me “The Butcher”. Why, you ask?. Well, if you stick around long enough, then you might just find out. All my life, I've always been second. Second this, second that, and currently I am Sottocapo, ranking as the second to the Boss of the Colombo Family. I know, it sucks, but that's reality.

Irina stopped the car in front of an elegant vacation home on the outskirts of New York City. She got out of the vehicle in fury and slammed the door of her Lamborghini shut. Horacio, with a big smile on his lips, descended the stairs, jogging towards her. As he saw Irina so angry, the smile vanished from his face immediately. "What's wrong? Who made my little bunny so mad?" Horacio said, approaching her. Irina gave him a hateful look.

The name itself carried an air of mystery and intrigue. Antonio fixed his gaze on me, a dry smirk playing upon his lips, as if amused by my uncertainty. "Reggio Calabria," he corrected, effortlessly steering the vehicle through the congested streets. Despite the multitude of cars crowding the road, Antonio's Lamborghini maneuvered with expert precision, gliding through the traffic as if it were mere child's play. To add to the intrigue, he continued our conversation seamlessly while maintaining his masterful control of the vehicle. "Ah, I see. So, do you believe this attack could be attributed to the Triad or perhaps the Mexican Mafia?" I inquired, genuinely captivated by the unfolding discu

*Cabroń* *Blyad* Xavier and Marcus, both cursed walking back to their cars, once their trucks had crossed the border without any further inquiry. ************