Lahat ng Kabanata ng Possessed by the Devil: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

TamaraMy eyes darted to the wall clock just a few feet away from where I stood as I swiped quickly at the round table. I cursed myself in my head, staring out the glass doors and realizing just how late it was. I couldn't seem to stop myself from attending to customers who arrived just mere minutes away from closing time. Yesterday had been a woman in her late fifties who'd come to get takeout for dinner after closing late from work.Tonight had been a young couple, around my age, who had apparently run a little late for their date. I'd been determined to ask them to have it somewhere else, I lived in a very shady neighborhood and I couldn't afford to make going back home late a habit. God knew my habits were almost impossible to break out of. But then the guy had called me aside and discreetly whispered that he wanted to propose.And my resolve had melted instantly.Theodore the chef, who we fondly called Teddy, had already signed out of his cooking duties for the day. I'd come to t

LeonThere were times when life seemed almost boring. Almost. Those were the times that I would consider doing a few things to get myself in trouble just for the fun of it. I'd long realized that cops were the funniest people on earth. Always thinking that they were so smart. Then there were other times when life seemed to be so interesting. Of course those were the times when I had scores to settle. Like now for example. There was someone I was going to end very soon if he didn't return the 2 million dollars he'd stolen from me.I'd just settled a score with some bastard who had thought he could double cross me. I felt my irritation resurfacing as the events of that night played out. I'd been so annoyed by the asshole that I hadn't noticed the brunette standing right outside the door until it had been too late. But she'd definitely noticed me. My hands instinctively fisted on the desk in front of me. I'd made the mistake of leaving my face open while talking to Mike and that mistake

TamaraAll day, I've been trying to move on while acting like all that happened last night was all a crazy nightmare. From Mike being killed in front of my very eyes to the chase between me and Mike's murderer and then to the even worse event of the night. The fact that my stupid so-called brother had gotten mixed up with a Mafia gang and now owes them two freaking million dollars.I already had a lot going on and stressing me out, and then he had to add up another burden on me. How am I supposed to generate even 1 million dollars? I don't even have a job now that my boss has been murdered, and I do not wish to borrow a loan to repay a loan.God, this is hard for me, and I need help. It also didn't help that all day, I felt like someone was following me. I had spoken to Jasper about this, and in his words, he insisted it might've just been some crazy stalker who was dumb enough to have feelings for me.I did not tell Jasper about how Mike died or that I was still in the cafe when he d

Leon"Kill him," I said coldly. I wasn't a fan of people who betray their boss for some cash; I prefer to end them. And with my order, Sean moved forth and went after the traitor.I continued sipping my drink, loving the burn in my throat, when I noticed a few men by the corner. I scrutinized them more and saw a familiar face: Drexel Hemstitch—my main rival. I smirked devilishly as I sipped more of my whiskey. I am more than sure that he had sent that fool to kill me, and he had only come here today to confirm my state. Of course, I knew he'd be here; that's why I made sure to arrive and make much use of my arm that had been shot. Just then, Sean came back to my side. "Leon," Sean called. I looked towards him, and he leaned down and whispered. "There are some things you still need to take care of at home." He informed me. Naturally, I'd think his mind would be in place, and he was talking about the bumpkin who shot me. But a part of me also knew that he was referring to Tamara."We

Leon Let's play. Blake raised his head. His eyes turned light brown under the glow. His eyes glowed with fear, but he tried to mask it off by gnashing his teeth. I crooked my lips. He should know better, “I'll give you one last chance, Blake.” I said. I placed one of my hands inside my pocket. The other held a stick of cigarette. I walked in circles. “I don't know what you are talking about,” Blake said. I stopped and turned to him. “You sure have a bad memory, just as I have heard,” I said. He looked away. “Bring her in,” I said to one of the men behind me while looking at Blake, who was staring at his feet and groaning from the chain. He wanted to free himself but he should know better. The sound of a little girl crying as she is being dragged into the dungeon fills the air, and immediately, Blake's head shoots up. I took three steps back from Blake. Blake struggled with the chains. “Let my daughter go.” He turns to his daughter, “Lily,” the little girl with brown h