Romans & histoires Underworld

WEST DOWN. Getting out of a black Mercedes Benz with thousands of elegant bags that make her barely walk, Bastian saw Camilla coming from the other side of the street. At the end, she had lied to him. She wasn’t in need of money as she had said in the call two days ago. Bastia should’ve known. She was a prostitute and for those kinda woman, there was always a way out. But what about the baby? By that moment Bastian already knew Camila had a baby. And he also knew Camila was her name, not Cameron. It was obvious, Camila and Cameron were twin sisters.

he said with a deeply amused smirk. That had me bouncing on my heels in excitement. They definitely deserved this for what they had done. I could not wait to share this with Angel and her bio mother. I followed him through the corridors. Honestly, I had never really thought about what the Underworld might look like, but I was pleasantly surprised. The interior of where we were was light and filled with artwork of nature and the various species that he created. It definitely did not have the dark and demonic vibe that many would assume that it did.

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

But what no one knew was that our destinies can change any second, any day of the week. Friday night and nothing changed. It was past midnight when the underworld opened its gates to let the son of Hades to come out of his world and play with the reality of others. He was tired of the same routine and it was after a couple of years that he dared to make a visit to that bar. 00:23, that was the time he read on the watch on his wrist which, surely, was worth the price of the car where he was travelling around the city.

He looked annoyed. I said nothing more as he led the way towards the underworld. The underworld was divided into different factions, it was a place where the dirtiest, and horrifying business was done. It was much worse than the black market. Unlike the black market, the underworld had wolf demons that engaged in these activities. We got to the entrance, and it was still the same as I remembered. It had a jagged, rocky entrance. "Holla." A shrill voice greeted, it was one of the gatekeepers at the entrance.

A month before our wedding, my fiance, Rocco Morelli, disappeared. I searched for him for weeks, until I finally saw him in a jewelry boutique. He was there with a beautiful woman, helping her pick out a diamond ring. She was Emilia Leone, my father's illegitimate daughter, the one I kicked out of the family three years ago. Rocco slipped a 20-carat diamond ring onto her finger, the stone blindingly bright. I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?"

I raised my gown, and that was when I realized his cum was dripping out of me. "How much can you pour out in one go?" I asked, lifting my gaze. "Umm, I don't know. It comes out more without stress," he said. "Oh, come and lick it off. I'm dripping because of you." He smiled, dragging himself out of bed. The gown I wore was loose, so he could fit beneath it easily. He slid beneath my gown. He spread my legs so he could fit between them. He pushed his head up, his mouth wide open. Just like a predator, he sucked down on me.

auction. It was the city's most exclusive den of vice. One couldn't even get through the door without connections. Marco looked flushed with excitement, waving the card I'd given him to pay off his debts as he shouted arrogantly, "Six million dollars!" Six million, he said? A cruel smile curved my lips as my finger tapped the screen, sending an instruction to freeze the account. Less than five minutes later, Marco's call came through. The moment I answered, his furious roar blasted through.

Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. Ava picked up the case file with careful hands. "The girl is still praying." Beyond Qinghe means beyond every excuse we had for staying small. The child's voice continued under the room, weaker now. Please. Outside, Qinghe was rebuilding. Inside, the first working Underworld Court had a line of local dead stretching around the block. Aunt Lan pointed her ladle at the altar. "If that thing wants worship, it can help wash bowls." The little god under the stove sneezed ash.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.