Sinister 2 Milo Novelas e Histórias

His voice boomed throughout the living room. "Sweetie, please, try to understand. You don't know how dangerous Marcus is," said Lilly. Desperation laced in her voice. And I could do nothing but stand at the door and listen to their arguments. I knew Lilly was right, Marcus was a dangerous Russian mob. And now that he joined hands with James Monet, only Sinister could help us fight against them. But who would convince this stubborn man of mine? "I don't give a shit! If I have an enemy out there, I will deal with him myself. You and that man, don't have to worry about this." He seethed. "I think you should leave now. Our conversation is over here."

“Who? Do you have men controlling the situation? I’m on my way.” Milo sped down the road, ignoring red lights, his anger fueling the reckless pace. By the time we arrived, my tomb had already been breached. Standing next to it were none other than Lucian and Selene. “What the hell are you doing?!” Milo shouted as he charged forward, shoving Lucian aside with all his strength, his glare promising violence. He looked as if he wanted to tear Lucian apart right then and there. But Lucian barely acknowledged Milo’s rage. He was focused solely on breaking open the tomb.

Travis realized he was no longer in control of his own body. "Wha- What are you doing to me?!" he yelled. "Pleasuring you, sweetie," she replied. Travis tried again to gain control of his body but failed miserably. "I can't move!" She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhh. Don't fight. It will all be over soon." The woman's eyes turn a vibrant red. Travis' face became white with terror as he watched two huge black wings extend from behind her... This wasn't real. This can't be real!

Reluctantly, he looked sideways. Parked in the visitor’s circle was a sleek, silver luxury sedan. He knew that car, it's Noah’s mother’s car. His stomach twisted. What now? He forced his breathing to steady, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and composed his features into something neutral before walking over. As he approached, the driver’s side window slid down with a soft hum. Sarah Grayson sat behind the wheel, an elegant woman in her early forties, her dark sunglasses reflecting his tired face back at him. She adjusted them slightly.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

My body shakes in fear as he tells me about this place. “This is my area to relax. I monitor things here while Brad is away. Like my own little office, nice, isn’t it.” He licked his lips and smiled. What did they do to me last night?? I can’t remember a damn thing. I could see he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked him. Minho got up and walked away towards the computers. Multiple screens are switched on at once. Enjoy the show; he says– what is so interesting?? It is just blank screens. I wanted to attack him when I saw what was on them brutally. He will die by my hands, and I wouldn’t care if I go to jail for it. They will probably award me.

The pain worsened, intensifying to a white-hot spike that drove me to my knees. I tried hard not to shout too much, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood to muffle the sound, my entire body convulsing with the sheer agony of the psychic intrusion. And then, mercifully, immediately darkness took over, consuming my mind and stealing my self-control once more. Angela’s POV The silver eyes shone in my face, a terrifying, unnatural luminescence, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut against the blinding intensity. It was the weird man, standing over me, but why does he look so terrifyingly different now, so soft and concerned when moments ago he was nothing but controlled rage?

He clenched his fist and they began choking. "Filthy bunch!" He growled loudly. He clenched his fist tighter, his eyes shut and the midwives stiffed as though they were statues. "Useless creatures." He opened his eyes and released his fist. Their bodies slumped down, he turned back to the mistress and turned her head to the side. He quickly bit her neck. He waited for a few minutes, but got no reaction from her…he frowned… "Master, do you wish to resurrect the mistress?" The figure beside him asked.

"I'll ruin you, fake mom. I am Marisol West Pecaminoso. I will do as I like and you..." **** *****An underground dungeon**** Soft cries and despairing groans mingled with the night crickets' relentless chirping, creating a haunting melody. Footsteps echoed through the darkness, slow but pounding like a drumbeat. She tried to stand, but the cold chains snapped her back, yanking her down. She landed hard on her butt with a pained gasp, her heart racing in terror. The footsteps grew louder, and her breath caught in her throat – who was that again?