Misterio Mga Nobela at Kwento

“His name’s Victor Lund. Norwegian, I think. Operates out of a gallery front in the Marina District. Goes by ‘Art Broker’ most of the time, but don’t let the name fool you. He’s not in the art business.” “Is he dangerous?” The man gave a short laugh. “Aren’t we all?” I slid a small, unmarked envelope across the bar. Not a bribe, just a thank you—something to make him forget my face a little faster. He tucked it into his coat without looking. “One more thing,” he said as I got up. I paused. “You didn’t get this from me.” “Get what?” He smiled again, this time with teeth. Then he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Mysterious said and Ramon gasped. " Fine but who are you walking for? " Ramon asked confusily and mysterious smirked. " I don't work for anyone, I am a loner and I am always curious to know what is in that scroll for ten good years, Thanks for giving me the real one and besides you can have the replica of the scroll " Mysterious said holding the scroll, Ramon had given him the scroll and he left and Ramon sighed deeply while staring at the replica.

I walked into the warehouse and found Alessandro packing cocaine into a suitcase; he looked at me and stopped in his tracks. "Very romantic, Mr. Russo," I tease, walking slowly to him, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. "Packing drugs on our date night, aren't you?" I folded my arms across my chest, my breasts popping out a little. "I'm sorry baby, I just needed to ship these out or I would be in deep shit with the American mafia He sighed and I walked around his desk and placed my hands on his chest, stroking my hands along, which made his breathing hitch.

“How do you know so much about us?” He smiled again, this time a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that sent a chill down my spine. “That’s the right question, finally. You can call me—” He paused for effect, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Lorenzo.” My heart stopped. The name sent shockwaves through my entire being. Lorenzo. The name of a man who had been whispered in the darkest corners of the mafia world. The ghost who controlled empires without ever being seen. He was a myth, a shadow—someone no one believed was real.

Then make a hand signal. When I looked at his plate, he was done with his food, and another had been placed on it immediately. He started consuming that too. “I know someone is trying to destroy my image before the Annual gathering. And I promise to get whoever is behind the rumor.” My fist clenched on my dress. If it were only a rumor, I wouldn’t be bothered, but he was a murderer, trying to pass himself off as a decent guy. The guy with him pinched the bridge of his nose. “We don’t want much from you. We want the Silver wolf.”

Me. When I looked up our eyes met and he didn't look away immediately. There was something in his expression that I hadn't seen before, or perhaps hadn't been paying attention to. Something careful and unhurried, the look of a person who has reached a conclusion and is deciding quietly what to do with it. It held a beat too long to be casual. "The anglerfish," I said. "I see," he said. "Very compelling creature." "So I have been told." Softly. Still watching me. "Many times."

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.