Vicious Six 소설 & 이야기

He turned around and heard a man behind him say, "Aric." As Aric turned around, he caught a glimpse of Moric, an old acquaintance of his father's who had recently taken up the practice of buying young teenage blood slaves and draining them empty in the span of fewer than 24 hours. "Moric," Aric responded to the older vampire, extending his hand to shake, "how have you been?" Aric's grin was forced as he asked the question. In response, Moric tugged on the leash of his new pet humans while saying, "Well, my boy." "Before I make my next purchase, I wanted to hear your thoughts on my most recent acquisition."

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

"I understand, Don Vicenzo. But I've served faithfully. I've never asked for anything before." The Don's fingers drummed against his mahogany desk – the same desk where I'd pledged my loyalty a decade ago. A frightened kid with blood on his hands and nowhere else to go. Now I was his best enforcer, the shadow that kept La fratellanza's enemies awake at night. "The number six," he mused, "has become quite the legend. Our rivals whisper about it. The police have entire task forces dedicated to it." A wry smile crossed his weathered face. "And now you want to walk away from it all?"

"What did we do wrong? Did you actually spike the wine that you gave to Mr. Davis? D*mn, how can you be so shameless? No wonder you gave birth to such a shameless b*tch like Azalea. Why did you try to plot against Mr. Davis? You old b*stard, were you trying to take over Mr. Davis' assets with that Azalea's b*stard son?" "F*ck, so did you actually know about all the crimes that b*tch had done? Did you order her to sleep with a random man and give birth to a b*stard child? You even planned to trick Mr. Davis into believing that it's his child! You f*cking old b*stard, aren't you too vicious? You let your b*tch of a daughter have another child under Michael's name and you even tried to plot aga

It certainly belonged more in a laboratory notebook, given the mention of trials. I had the feeling that whoever wrote this into the book was very emotionally invested in both The Vicious and the cure. What could that mean? I contemplated this, closing my eyes and putting everything I knew together again. The Vicious were humans without any trace of vampire in their bloodline, and therefore failed turnings that resulted in mindless monsters. The Cult of Ares wanted to use them as weapons, given what I'd overheard from Misty and Remus. Finally, there was a vampire here really invested in The Vicious, but for opposite reasons of this Cult.

Ichiro was always calculating, always measuring risk. And at the far end, by the fire, Malachai Voss swirled his drink lazily. He looked like a host entertaining friends, not a man planning something dangerous. But his smile was too sharp, his eyes too focused. Across from them sat the Six. Fiero rested his chin on his hand, saying nothing. His eyes flicked from face to face, cataloging every movement, every breath. Moses muttered something under his breat, too low to catch. His foot tapped in a restless rhythm under the table.

Sixth time. Zieve was frustrated. He had released himself six times but his member was still hard. It wanted her. Zieve wondered why this girl was having such an impact on him? Haven't he seen naked women before but he was never tempted, never for once he felt any kind of arousal, then Why her?

Many men from the Blood Moon pack died because of him, and I would not think a second to kill him. "I am going to drag you all to hell with me!" Alpha Dimian shouted while he was in pain. I looked at Nicolas, although he hates his father I could see that he still cares for him. His eyes were so gloomy at this moment, he knew that his father was going to die right now. He looked down to avoid seeing him, when she shifted his gaze at me, our eyes met. I nodded my head at him and smiled, trying to assure him that everything is going to be fine. He can still go in the Blood Moon pack like he used to do and I am sure that the pack will accept him wholeheartedly. "Die!" Mr. Calixto gave his last b

“You can decide not to tell me. Or, should I force it out of you?” “How, Lana? How is that possible?” She cackled, moving her fingers to his crotch. “By pleasuring you,” she whispered, winking at her. “I would love that. But, we have a real problem.” He increased his voice so that Viktor could hear him. “Wordsworth killed six of our people.” Viktor tightly gripped the wheels. “It must be a reprisal for killing Ovia and Sebastian,” he interjected. “They should be apologizing instead of retaliating.”

“This is all your fault. Vic ran towards June as the veins in her wrist glowed purple. “Go to hell,” June yelled as she trusted her hands away from her. A gush of wind was released from her hands and pushed Vic across the hallway and smacked him against some lockers, indenting them in the process. Vic fell to the ground and rendered unconscious as Veronica watched in horror. June looked at her arms, terrified and confused about what she did. “How did I….” June said. “June?” Veronica asked. June ran away as Veronica stood traumatized by what she had witnessed.