Ls Barbosa の小説・ストーリー

Teresa who was standing behind him just shrugged, and hurried over to us. "He is still weak, it seems that they still just created him!" "What are you doing, Leo? No, I mean all of you. Why aren't you surprised to see that, Teresa?” "Why should you be surprised, Bara?" Teresa replied with a chuckle, "it's just a small thing, have you never seen Lio do that live?" Barbara shook her head, the hairs on her neck literally all standing up. Likewise with the contents of his stomach that feels shaken. Bara could not stand it, she immediately ran to the toilet and vomited all the contents of her stomach that she had just filled.

"Who is this? I'll only ask you once before I trace the call and have you killed." "I'm Benjamin Costas; I presume you've heard of me. Afonso Barbosa and I are old acquaintances." "Why are you calling me? How did you get my number?" "You're not the only one with contacts, Mr. Bellucci." "I suppose you've never heard the saying: the enemy of my ally is also my enemy." "Yes. And I actually regret that you are so piously living up to those words. However, the deal with the Barbosas doesn't seem to be worth much now that Laïs has left you at the altar."

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Clovis, Aidgar, and others congratulated her before leaving the premises. Rosalie had no business meddling in Barbarian affairs. She was doing it for him. For Atlas. She wouldn’t let the legacy of the former chieftain run into the ground because of one selfish woman. She owed him this much.

He added. I couldn’t respond to that because I didn’t know how to. Talking about Ares Barbosa was yet another can of worms that I was not prepared to open.

The hall erupted — growls, curses, shock — but Lars’s voice cut through the noise. “She was a traitor,” he said simply. “Consider this my contribution to your justice.” Carlos’s fists clenched at his sides, but he forced his breathing even. “Take it away,” Esteban ordered, his voice grim. Two warriors moved quickly, but Lars wasn’t done. His eyes swept the hall again, slower this time, lingering near the door Carlos was still guarding. For one awful second, Carlos thought he’d scented her. Then Lars smirked. “Tell your son to keep his secrets close,” he said to Esteban. “Not everything stays hidden forever.”