Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.

But in this batch, there is one soldier who has caught my attention—Zion. Zion is a quiet and enigmatic figure among the Bravata ranks. His jet-black hair frames a face that seems perpetually shrouded in shadows. He seldom speaks, and when he does, it is in measured, cryptic phrases that leave those around him with more questions than answers. His eyes, though, are the most unsettling feature—deep, piercing orbs that seemed to hold secrets untold.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” Violet lifted her chin in contempt. “What a joke! Do I need any special status to talk to you? How about you measure your own worth? Are you even qualified to be so presumptuous in front of me?” Barrett was utterly furious. “Carissa, control your people. Don’t let every stray dog bark at me!” It was Bun who sprang up first. His fists were large, and he quickly launched himself at Barrett. Almost immediately, his fists began to rain down on Barrett’s head, face, and body.

["No host, it was a case of mistaken identity. They sent the original owner to the wrong seat at the restaurant." "Come out Daisuke so that I can beat you to death." ["But host, now all you have to do is avoid that restaurant."] "You just wait if I don't beat you to shreds when I arrive back my name isn't Akira Yuuto." ["My master would not allow you to beat me while he is around."] "But he is never there when I get back from the worlds, excellent time to beat you." ["My beloved host has mercy on this poor system.]"

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read. After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room. She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?” “You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”