Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Bang stood up and walked toward him the moment he saw him approaching. Mateo Luigi, fondly called Bang by him, was six-foot-two, light-skinned, bulky, and had long curly hair. He always wore glasses and carried a black suitcase strapped to his hip. Bang had been Vito's private investigator ever since he had seized control of the family business from his shrewd, traitorous uncle. "Capo, this—" "She's tired, don't wake her," Vito mumbled, gesturing for Bang to lead the way back to the center of the club.

He brought his hands up in surrender, letting out a series of small laughs. Silence filled the room for a few minutes as I finished eating. As Alex leaned over the counter, I now had a full view of the tattoos that covered his forearms the overhead lights illuminating the details. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, biting my lip to which he nodded. "Like madness is the glory of this life," I quoted the sentence on his arm. "Timon of Athens Shakespeare, right?" "Yes it is," He answered, a bit taken

Bates before saying, “Been quite a while, Mr. Bates!” “How have you still not given up, Leandro?” replied Mr. Bates without beating around the bush. The man Mr. Bates was squinting at went by Leandro Zaborowski, and he was the leader of the Soul Hunters… Laughing aloud after hearing Mr. Bate’s statement, Leandro then shamelessly declared, “But of course I haven’t! I won’t stop until I’ve obtained the Phangrottom Talisman! Once I finally have it, I’ll be able to rule over the ghost world and make everyone there obey me!”

That was the word, it's just three but Barbara knows better than to disobey than free her, he moved his gaze back to Jeffrey, that sharp gaze gave him Goosebumps. Dante is a terror on his own and now, he is likely to get into his bad book because of Barbara. But who fucking care. Barbara is his woman, not that arrogant fool, that thinks so highly of himself.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. It was a nice piece. Stormy seas, breaking waves on these crags that jutted out of the water like shark teeth - lots of lines and shadows, lots of small hidden images within, even the shadow of a girl’s face. Your face, Loli. That’s how I know.” He doesn’t have to describe it; I can see it so clearly in my mind’s eye. It’s an image that comes back to me again and again in my dreams, and sometimes when I’m awake. “And when they showed you the picture, there was no mistaking it.” There’s silence. “No, girl. There was no mistaking it.” Then, “He’s dead, Loli.” “Call me Annie.” I know he hates the name Annie even m

he said. Beside him stood Barbara, a very tall and thin vampire, much taller than Cain, with straight black hair, small black eyes, and a narrow, elongated face. Her eyes seemed half-closed, as if she were sleeping. She seemed either very relaxed, or very apathetic. She moved slowly, as she extended a long, pale hand to Caitlin. “Charmed, I’m sure,” Barbara said slowly, in a deep voice. Caitlin shook it, and felt a chill run through. Her hand was supple and freezing.

He was the Eastern Warzone Master, Gaia Amatsu. The one on the right was a gentleman that looked elegant, but each move he made screamed viciousness and brutality. He was the Central Warzone Master, Baron Von Doom. “Andrius Moonshade! How audacious of you!” “Andrius Moonshade! What do you think you are doing!?” The two of them roared like dragons as they stopped Andrius. Kabaam! The two of them jumped in front of the Emperor to block Andrius’ sudden attack. Both of them glared at Andrius fiercely.

png his image) Barro Roan is a Zero Knight of Eden, a descendant of the Baroroan who cleared much of southern Eden of monsters, leading to the creation of Fort Baroroan. Barro himself ascended to the rank of Zero Knight during the Arthur Tragedy and has since gone on to manage Eden's knights on a day-to-day basis, with the help of his assistant, Sufy. Barro - So, you're Ramius's husband, Issei Hyoudou was it?

With them on he was completely cut off from his magic, which was ironic, considering he was one of the twelve wizards to create the infernal things. The putrid stench of human feces offended his nostrils and Valenar looked up to see who the barbaric imbecile was that had decided to capture him. What he saw made his stomach twist in reaction to the hatred the man was staring at him with. "Good to see you're awake you filthy unicorn fucker."The gravel in the man's voice indicated that he was at least in his sixties, and judging by the physical similarities, it wasn't hard to guess that his captor was none other than Santos Romano. Which meant the jig was up. Unicorn fucker was an insult he had