Novel & Cerita Zack Angel Of Death

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Kian “Where is he?” “Basement boss,” Roscoe said, leading the way. I grabbed the metal bat when I walked through the door and looked at him. “Really? You fucking thought trying to kill while having a meeting with me was wise. Volkov?” I hit his legs with the bat; I could hear the crunching, but I couldn’t fucking care less. I was Kian Zane Arreas. Heir to the fucking Arreas Empire, and no one was going to fuck with me and what my family built.

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

She turned her head to find Angela, typically composed even during crises, standing frozen in disbelief. "Zack, Zack..." Angela frowned as she scrolled through the latest news. The article was brief but shocking, with an attention-grabbing headline. "Angela Graham's younger brother, Zack Graham, caught in an illegal drug scandal." Angela was stunned. The news featured images, one capturing Zack singing with friends in a dimly lit private room. Another photo captured the group's wild expressions, leaving everyone puzzled about what had transpired. The caption suggested that they had been drugged.

Not even Jimmy. Angie stood up, pointing her Desert Eagle at Zack’s weak head, who had remained silent since earlier. Her expression was somber, slightly pale; no one knew what he was feeling at that moment. Perhaps he intended to admit his mistake, or perhaps it was another scheme to oppose his daughter-in-law. "Tell me, why did you do this, Zack Genosie? Why did you sacrifice my father?" Angie asked, pointing the gun directly at Zack's head. The middle-aged man did not respond, only shaking his head weakly.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Mason's POV: "ANGEL!" My blood ran cold as I rushed towards her lifeless body. Cradling her head in my lap, I took in her unconscious form, panic setting in my bones, as I watched her lie there, unresponsive. "Angel!" I called out again, in hopes of seeing her open her beautiful eyes. Holding her face in my hand, I gave her cheek a slight tap only to find out her face was flushed and hot to the touch. I realized she had a high fever.

another reporter asked "We just lost someone dear to us. Can you please give us a moment to recover from the shock before questioning us," Ethan yelled at them and walked his mother to the car and the guards sat inside the car and drove towards home. Within a few minutes, the news was all over social media. "We regret to announce the sudden passing of Mr Carter. The incident happened a few minutes ago. We are yet to confirm the cause of death" one media reported At Garcia's, Mrs Garcia had just finished taking her bath and Jonathan was waiting for his father so they could leave for work when Camila rushed downstairs to inform them that Mr Carter had passed on

Rowan and Valentino were constrained to drop to their knees by Ezekiel. The Angel of Death laid his scythe to the ground and bowed on one knee while pressing his other knee against his chest. The cocoon split louder and pouring more red fluid before a pair of feet standing on the floor. Compelling his neck to look up, Rowan spotted Jazmine was exposed as the day she was born, and the fluid stained her body like a newborn baby after birth. No, that wasn't Jazmine.