Semua Bab Demon: Supernatural Bad Boys V: Bab 1 - Bab 10

 Azazel- Months later              I blink my eyes and roll to my back when the abrupt flash of sunlight hits my face. “What the bloody hell!” I say, rising from my bed with a growl. Mathias is standing over me with a confident smirk as he holds a large Styrofoam cup in front of my face. “Rise and shine, demon. We have work to do.” I give him a deadly scowl and take the cup out of his hand with a killing glare. “Someone better be dying for you to have woken me up this bloody early, you git.”              Mathias rolls his eyes and aims his mobile screen at my face. “It’s ten in the morning, Azazel. Now get your ass up, or I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.” Taking a deep breath, I throw my covers off and stumble up from the bed. “You could have giv

Azazel              It’s nearly five in the morning when I get to my temporary home. Thankfully it’s only a mile away from the club. My thoughts return to the beautiful girl. I had never been so entranced by a girl. Unfortunately, Charlie’s cousin, Jill, chose that moment to show up. Not wanting to blow my cover, I quickly diverted her attention. The downside of the whole situation is that the girl disappeared. She must think I’m an asrsehole now.              I don’t know how I feel about the fact that she and Sahara are familiar with each other. For all I know, she works for Sahara. However, with the way Sahara treated her, I imagine it was not a friendly working relationship. I wanted to rip Sahara’s throat when she spoke to the girl—Zoe, in that tone. What surprised me more was seeing the other

Azazel              I want to call her back and apologize so we can finish what we started. My eyes follow her lithe figure as she walks away. My demon rages inside me, angry that I let her go. I've never had my demon struggle so fiercely over a woman. The urge to follow her is almost too overpowering, but I manage to hold off. My fists tighten painfully while I try to keep it under control, and my body loses its tension when the smell of blood permeates the air. The palms of my hands sting from the pressure of my nails biting painfully through them. I open my fists to see that my claws have shredded my palms. I don't care, though. I’m the demon son of Barabbas. Pain has always been my companion. I will survive this. Just like I've survived everything else.              Doubt assails me as I gaze towards the road Zoe vanished through

Azazel              It has been a long night. Is my first thought before I extricate myself from Sahara’s grasping tentacles and make my way to the club’s exit. Sahara has been persistent in her pursuit as of late. It’s getting difficult to divert her attention. At another time, I might have slept with her and be done with it. But something inside me revolts at the thought of touching the red-headed harpy. Of course, I ignore the voice in my head that says that it’s because my attention is focused on a beautiful beauty with plump lips and deep aqua-colored eyes. Eyes that make me feel like I’m staring into a tranquil ocean. I couldn’t concentrate after the kiss we shared earlier. All I could do was wait anxiously for the night to end.              I don’t know why I did it. But after seeing that ba

Azazel              The urge to call Zoe back is almost painful. I can tell by the look in her eyes that I hurt her a great deal. Unfortunately, my mission comes first. I can’t let my feelings for her interfere with the task at hand. Introducing her to Nevaeh would jeopardize everything. As I held Zoe in the pool, I forgot about everything but how badly I wanted her. I mean, Neveah was able to come into the house unnoticed. What if it had been an enemy at my door? I’ve never been off guard enough for an enemy to catch me unnoticed. Perhaps creating some distance is the right course of action, even if my heart tells me that I’m making a big mistake. Being around Zoe is amazing, but it’s also distracting. There’s too much at risk here.              I take a deep breath before step inside the house. Nevaeh is sit