Why Did Venom Eat Carnage Novels & Stories

He was supposed to be home early but it seems like some m*therf*ckers need a good beating. Hamza breathed heavily as he wiped the blood from his hand with his handkerchief. His warehouse was raided by the vipers. Hamza's men had efficiently vanished three of viper's trucks that were fully loaded with cocaine as they were importing the shipment. It seems like they were taking their revenge by destroying his warehouse where all the weapons which were smuggled were kept. Hamza reached on time and was able to kill a few of them as the rest escaped. Two of his men were severely injured and were taken to the hospital.

What would be my gain? The moment I dreaded most is here...I spot Kate waking towards me, head wrapped in a scarf. She looks lost and I'm sure she's capable on tearing me apart for supposedly killing her husband. “Darlene, why did you do it?” I'm mute...I don't utter a word. “I thought you had moved on from him...why?” Mute. “I'm talking to you bitch, why did you kill George!?” Thank God I'm in cuffs otherwise I'd have beaten the hell out of her...it'd be my pleasure.

“Yes Crimson Blade, I’m the only person you let to live, a person you didn’t kill. ‘Why you didn’t kill me? To suffer afterward?’ I always have this question in mind, then I have come up with a conclusion that you might want me to hunt you down. To avenge mom and dad. A game of hunt! You want a thrill, right? That’s what I give you today.” Zitrey looked at him dumbstricken. “Yes, I’m the son of the couple you killed 3 years ago. I am CEDERICK VENUAVISTA!”

His need was visible, and I was willing to give him whatever he required to survive. He hesitated, pulling back just once, a fleeting moment of defiance, but his instincts won. With a low, guttural sound, Dominic lunged forward, sinking his fangs deep into my flesh. The sharp sting made me flinch, a sudden jolt of pain that quickly faded as his venom numbed the wound. The sensation that followed was beyond anything I had ever imagined—it was as though he wasn’t just feeding on my blood, but on the very essence of my pain, drawing out every ounce of suffering I had buried inside.

Whenever Vince came home even ten minutes late, I would call to check on him, terrified they were crossing some boundary. But after today, I felt a strange sense of clarity. It turned out that Vince was nothing more than a heartless beast. To him, the lives of my parents were worth less than the time he spent comforting Penny. My emotions were a tangled mess—anger, sadness, disbelief—but above all, relief that it wasn't my parents who had died. After scheduling for the cremation, the doctor offered me a word of consolation. "Many people go herb-picking in the mountains, but I've never seen such a severe case of an attack by a queen hornet. It's really strange."

On the back of his neck was a twisted, burned scar. At first glance, it looked like a typical slave brand. But under high-definition magnification, at the edge of the ugly scar, a specific pattern was faintly visible. It was the Corleone family crest, deliberately disfigured by surgery in an attempt to hide it. The Director's tone shifted. "Is... is that..." "He's not the only one." Miller quickly switched images. "This one, the Gambino family's hawk." "And this one, the Lucchese family's sword."

The couple were killed by Venom as he can no longer act as their puppet and manage the little given to him, the couple were old and he was the one who carried out the operations and still they gave him little. The little money infuriates him as he strangles them with his bare hand, since they were assassins and no one was living with them, their body was tossed into the river by Venom and from there he came to America. He acts low-key and Viola was not his first customer as he is the one who also made Viola get into an accident that led to her having surgery. Even after the post was deleted, the public still demanded a press conference. They wanted to hear from Drake Valentino personally if

My venom prickles painfully at the tips of my fangs. I collide with them. My fangs tear into the hardened flesh, and the venom in me works on instinct. It courses through me and pulses into Damon’s silent heart. It isn’t until I feel a gentle hand touch my shoulder that I snap back to reality. I tear my fangs away from Damon’s chest and glance down. A gray rotting corpse is what’s left of him. The area around his heart is open and festering, oozing with a black tar that I realize is my venom.

But I could see the pain hidden beneath it as well. "Do you know how many times I wanted to choke him to death in his sleep? Every time I saw him, I felt like killing him at that moment. His tears made me smile, every time I saw him cry when he was a child, every time I saw him missing his mother and suffering in his loneliness all alone, it was a delightful sight to see. Every person related to Elijah is my enemy— It doesn't matter whether it's his friends or foes, his family or victims," Venom was what dripped from her voice and she was lethal; Her words were malicious but not even near to the malice she stored within herself, "I want all of them dead. And you don't even know what extent I

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li