Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

A sudden memory came to him about earlier as to how Max made him like a punching bag. "This won't do. Before I can kill him, he will kill me first." He whispered. "Keeek!" He screamed in surprise when suddenly a small round bat with one-eyed appeared in front of him. "Sir," It called him. Jubatus immediately covered his mouth to not let out his scream. Then he looked at Max. Max was still busy looking for someone. Fortunately, his scream was buried with the sound of the harpies and minotaurs fighting with the Shadow Moon fighters. He took the small round one-eyed bat and hid together with him.

She kills people by stabbing them with her custom-made heels. Vittore Venturi – The leader of Fina Cosca based in Finauldo Island. He is a rugged-faced man who believes the world is grey. Nothing is wrong or right. Everything depends on perspective. The only goal in his life is either to become the supreme boss or to make one of his sons the supreme boss. His job comprises bid rigging and vote buying. Vicktor Volkov – The extremely tall, bulkier man who at first was Afanasiia’s bodyguard. He later gets promoted to Vittore’s consigliere. Everyone is scared of him because of his reputation of being brutal and loyal to a fault.

“Your bar’s got... character. And your girls? Committed.” Victor laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’ve got enthusiasm, that’s for sure. We train them to cater to any vibe. Laidback. Intense. Wild.” “Wild, huh?” Dante’s eyes flicked to Carla, who was now being spanked to the rhythm of some throbbing bassline while moaning incoherently. Victor smiled like it didn’t stab him to look. "We’re honored to host your group. Any friend of the Moretti family is a friend of this establishment."

Alessandro said, glaring at the man “you had the fucking balls to abuse my wife and daughter, have the same balls to come and face me, and it does not have to be from behind bars, under your fucking dog Mattia’s tight grip, or restraints of a chair” Dante stayed completely still as he listened to the man, and turning to face us, Alessandro nodded at us. He put a hand on Nicolas’s shoulder, pushing him forward, making sure that Dante, Leo, Nasia, and I were following before he walked toward the bar. He looked at me, and gave me a small smile. The bartender walked toward us, waiting to see what we would order “get us the strongest thing you have, and an orange juice for my daughter”

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Ventus exuded a powerful aura due to his high rank and unwavering nature. He was among Corynthea's top elites. "Break your claws or perish," Ventus declared dryly, his dominance overwhelming as he treated Jo like an insignificant ant. Jo's face turned pale. He hesitated, staring at his arms. The cold gleam in Ventus' eyes made him shiver. He clenched his teeth and struck his arms. Blood sprayed onto the ground. The crowd shuddered as they witnessed this chilling scene, realizing Ventus' cruelty.

My eyes widened, "I'm the CEO of Phoenix inc. I'm supposed to be meeting with Mr. Winehall." His jaw clenched, "You are looking at him. I'm Zane Winehall and I'll be representing my father," he held out his hand. I couldn't breathe. How was this Adonis related to that slimy bastard? "Aya Jacobs," I placed my smaller hand in his. The spark of electricity that shot up my hand at that brief contact had me tearing my hand away, heart pounding. He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was.

Climbing out of the cab, I looked at the bar in front of me. It was the most luxurious and expensive bar in the city. Of course, Andreas King wouldn't go to just any bar. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the entrance. However, just as I was about to walk inside, one of the guards stepped in front of me. "Madam, may I see your pass?" "Pass?" I blinked, caught off guard. Of course. A place this exclusive would require a pass. The problem was, I didn't have one.

He bellowed in defiance, “Prince Habeb! I know you by your voice, even though your face is covered with a mask. I am a man of prudence, so if you add 'fearless' you have fully rated me. I do not talk with pride as you do. To blame your evil intent is nothing; for we are the underdog nation. We have been fulfilling our own terms with the Emperor by paying our tributes to him so we can live in peace, but you have come to shatter our peace deliberately for unworthy reasons. Love for goodness sake has no connection with war. You do not love Banabella. You are a scoundrel. You murdered the true heir to the throne of the Empire of Suramy. Your gods got you confined to a sick-bed because of your si