Novelas y relatos de Vendetta

I could feel their animosity engulfing me like a fog, leaving me feeling helpless and small. Vincent's voice shook with barely restrained rage as he confronted Mr. Rossi. His eyes were dark pools of emotion and his body trembled with anger. "You've always thought you were better than us, haven't you, Alessandro? Your family, your empire. It's all built on the suffering and destruction you've left in your wake." Mr. Rossi held his ground, his face a mask of stone. He didn’t blink or flinch away from Vincent’s piercing gaze. “I’ve made my share of mistakes, Vincent," he said calmly. "But this blood feud isn't all the Rossis’ doing."

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

They were a radiant and sparkle with gloom and mystery gleaming like multiple eternity black gem enwrought in snow. Oddly, both of them felt the rhythm of their hearts beating to be in sync, and in that moment, every single motion thing seemed to halt in space.... " Mate," king Vlad whispered and swiftly enveloped Anita..... ~~~~~ ~ Bloody Venom Pack ~ The ladies all proceeded to attack the unknown hybrid, but they were quickly stopped by Akira.

I glance at the guy and I am ready to lash out and explain myself to him. The guy is wearing a sky blue long sleeve polo that has been folded until his elbow. He locked his gazes to me reason why I stared to him too. Foreign features is evident from his eyes, I am sure that he is not a pure Filipino. His eyes are blue and his pouty lips are screaming hotness with expensiveness on his look. I am still staring at the guy when the manager suddenly grabbed my arm gently and pull closer to him. ‘’Miss Caroline, it will be better if you cooperate now.’’ The manager whispered and smiled to the guy in front of us.

"You're late." The quietly spoken words were said with enough menace that Anton Petrov knew instantly he had made a mistake in baiting the Boss. He eyed the scar that ran down Vlad's head and across his jaw. No doubt wondering if the rumours were true. That his face had been sliced open at the age of sixteen by his father's own hand just before Vlad had gutted the old bastard and taken over the family business. Petrov squared his shoulders, clearly trying to remember he had earned his own place in the organization and sat in the chair opposite Vlad. "I was unavoidably detained."

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

I say and see how his eyebrow lifts in surprise…then the fucker laughs. It takes everything in me not to rush toward him and empty my Beretta into his head, but I remain calm and walk further down the aisle. “That? You’re still bitter that-” “You nearly killed my mother? Yes. that your actions rendered her unable to walk? Yes. It’s called a vendetta, Cerulli, and I’ve come to claim it.” I say, smirking when I see the fucker visibly sweat. “That vendetta was claimed when Dante killed my men!”

“Seriously, what is with the names you champions pick for weapons?” “Oh, it’s more than just a catchy nickname, my dear,” Soundhound confided as he sauntered to Eliza. “Do you know what I was like before I found my artifact?” “Let me guess. An amateur guitar player for a second-rate British rock band?” she snapped. “Hilarious, but no. The first human to touch Vendetta was a drug lord and he raised me. Not as his son, but as his “personal” hitman. He exploited my power to kill off his competition then routinely abused me to keep me in line.”

She got the investigator in through a contact who was three territories away from Ashcombe; this contact was a wolf named Halvard who had earned a modest reputation for finding things that people wanted found and for burying things that people wanted buried, discretion being the only thing that was valuable in his line of work. Delphine said to him, at a table in a rented room situated a good distance from the pack house so that no one would know either of their faces, that she wanted all the information about the woman who calls herself Selene Marrow. The woman is an envoy from Halloway and arrived a few weeks ago with silver eyes and has no background that anyone can find before three year

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide