Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

The bar is dimly lit, filled with the stale scent of alcohol and desperation. I weave through the crowd, my sharp gaze scanning every face, every shadowed corner. Then I hear it. A sharp, sickening slap. My ears perk up, my werewolf senses sharpening, and the unmistakable sound of a man's leering voice cuts through the noisy bar. “Come on, sweetheart. Just be nice to me.” “No—let go of me!” a familiar voice protests, laced with exhaustion and humiliation.

I whispered. The name was swallowed by the roar of the ventilation system. The beast snarled. The sound vibrated in my chest cavity. It threatened to stop my own heart rhythm. He raised a hand. It was a paw the size of a shovel, tipped with obsidian claws. They were dripping with Barzil’s blood. He prepared to strike. To sever my carotid artery. "Look at me," I said. I put every ounce of the harmonic Void echo into my voice. It resonated in my throat, a deep vibration.

Top answered and we all nodded upon hearing such cool name. "Nice name you got there." Mike said and we agreed. "Hmm!" We all looked at Barry when he snapped his fingers while drinking his beer and we waited for him to talk. "And I heard that the vocalist's versatility is no joke!" He exclaimed and I snorted. They all looked at me curiously but I focused on Barry. "By versatility, you mean, she can swing both ways?" I said while grinning and I heard Kevin grunted. He never really liked this kind of conversation.

"Honey, you are going to have to call me Edith if you don't want to call me mom." She blushed and bit into her delicious pastry. "This is good mom. Did you bake it?" "No Barbara Annette did." Barbara Annette inclined her head in Ashleigh's direction. "Barbara Annette has her own bakery shop and is a real pastry chef." Another woman scowled playfully. "I still make the best berry cobbler." Barbara Annette bristled. "That is not an authentic cobbler." The women bickered back and forth while Ashleigh watched and ate her pastry. She drank a glass of milk and then helped to crack about a hundred eggs.

One wrong swift, Vengeance awaits. Alexander pope Not many people could hear the loud voice of Maria's mistress, down the street on a rainy night in a mansion. The woman of the house was acting violent and her servant, Maria received the results of the violence with cries and pleads. Maria thought it was a dream when she was dragged out to the sitting room by her mistress and received heavy slaps with intensity. She couldn't endure the slaps, so she cried out and pleaded with the woman to forgive her for any wrong she might have done.

"Make this day our real anniversary, shall we?" Right now, he's showing me a diamond ring. Wow? Is this the reason why he sang me one of the theme songs of Barbie in the Diamond Castle?! Our companions at the venue, on either side, Liam and Audrey were excitedly waiting for my answer. But the happiness Audrey has on her face is quite greater than Liam has. And when I looked back again to the man who was kneeling on the floor, I didn't know how to answer.

He seem more anger and beyond pacifying. " Welcome. Boss won't be seeing anyone now, however. You should go back. Words will come out when he is awake " " Awake Marco? Awake from what! Death? " Antonio asked angrily. He rub his temple for sometimes and glare on. " Do you know how much the organization has lost just because we have no boss? " " We have boss Antonio. He is Maximo Santino! " " Well call him out then " Antonio said sarcastically. " Call Maximo Santino out and let him shows his might. He isn't there for the workers who lost their lives a month ago when konstantin Dmitri came to bombed them.

Four sharp tusks, each as long as a finger, jutted openly from his mouth, and in his basin-sized hand he gripped a colossal axe six meters tall and as broad as a door panel. Barto was one of Augustus’s followers, taken in during the latter’s youthful years of wandering and adventure. He also had an elder brother, Balati. The two brothers were both seventh-tier transcendents, and they had followed Augustus across countless lands, bound to him by deep loyalty and affection. Balati, serving as a personal guard, had died in battle eight years earlier alongside Augustus. Barto, meanwhile, had remained behind to guard the family castle. In ordinary times he seldom showed himself, for he had no fon

“You take things too serious.” I wasn’t in a laughing mood. I grabbed his collar, yanked him close. “You caused this, Dante. I lost a man because you’ve got a fucking rat crawling through your house.” “I think it’s The Bull. I’ll take you where his people are. Chill the fuck out, Vito.” I was boiling inside. “They took one of mine. I’ll take five of theirs. But no one knows what The Bull even looks like. How do we find a ghost?”