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beaming, she kissed him on the cheek. "You are just a gem waiting to be discovered, Gina," The Boss said. He reached behind with one arm and patted her shoulder—part out of fondness, part to stop her from kissing him again. He had this sudden fear that if she kissed him again, she would do so while mistaking him as her … 'dad'.

Philip and Raven wanted to know the identity of the big boss to find out the relationship between the Killer Regime and the Beelzebub royal family. After Raven finished speaking, he killed one person. Philip did not stop him because he knew if they did not set an example, these people would not cooperate easily. Those people scrambled and said to the two, “The big boss is actually a small commander of the Killer Regime! “The big boss opened this store to study toxins and use them to poison the enemy. “He was also a captain of the Beelzebub battalion.” Seeing their frantic looks, Philip and Raven almost gathered all the information about the big boss.

Ram just fidgeted uncomfortable before he finally answered. “Sir, Master Beelzebub is here, he’s waiting at your office.” Ram—which is also ironically, a Ram in his demon form had been my assistant for like years and had been helping me with menial office task. Ram is a gift, yes, a gift—as he was sent to me by one of the big shots in Hell who apparently took a liking on me when Leviathan bought me there for the first time—enough liking to the point that he adopted me.

Tiger killed off the engine and unbuckled his belt, then pushed the seat backwards. “Babe, the plug.” He called out to Jay who opened the dashboard and searched for something, then handed it to Tiger who put it up for me to see. My eyes widened when I saw what it was. “This will get you ready for me.” He said softly eyeing the monster butt plug he was holding in his hand. “It’s big!” I said almost to myself, and the sad thing was that the humongous butt plug didn’t even hold a candle to Hardin’s badonkie-donk. That man was huge. Like HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE!

“What? It's not like I'm wrong! You are always grumpy!” “... Is he always like this?” “You really don't know anything about us kiddo?” “All I need to know is the fact that the seven of you fell from Heaven and became the rulers of Hell and capital sins.” “And do you know who is who?” “Does it really matter?” “You- never mind. We'll enlighten you.” “Beelzebub, capital sin Greed.” “A pleasure to meet you, again.” “Thanks?”

t have anything for you Eva, you yourself discovered my shadows, my hell and my darkness, you touched my reality, if you were to enter my world, you had to be ready for my hell, strong and a fighter, to fight so that the shadows of my hell would not overpower you and drag you into it, I have nothing to I give it to you, except for my sincerity to you, except for my promise that you alone will be the owner of my being, a bereaved entity buried under tons of sins, guilt and sins. She closed his mouth with her forefinger, preventing him from uttering any more, contenting himself with what he had said so far, oh my god!! Is he trying to get her to run away from him, oh Zacharias, you were right

Angel went for the tissues. "Will you all drop all those freaking phones!" Robbins yelled,walking into the ice cream parlor. He had followed Bethel here together with Xavier,the driver. Everyone dropped their phones, satisfied they had taken enough pictures and videos. Robbins led Bethel out of the ice cream parlor wishing he had been inside with her in the first place. Steph wouldn't have pulled a stunt if he was there. Now, it's all over the internet. He felt so sorry for Bethel, for the bad publicity Steph had given her.

There is blood covering his teeth, giving him a menacing look. “Well- well, what do we have here? The girl with the scar. So, you are the one we have been looking for. They made you out like a monster, but you are a pretty little thing. I will let the boss know, as soon as I have had a taste of you first” he says flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth. The only thing I can focus on is that blood on his teeth.

The air grew colder, damper, carrying the faint mineral smell of underground water. Inside the main chamber, perhaps twenty men waited beneath the dim glow of battery lamps. The ceiling disappeared into darkness; enormous stalactites hung like the fangs of some ancient beast. In the center stood Don Bertaleo, the current boss of bosses, a small, compact man from the interior whose quiet voice could order a dozen deaths before breakfast. He held a huge machete in one hand, its blade catching the lamplight, his head slightly bowed in the traditional gesture of humility before the assembly. Some of the older representatives wore the coppola, the flat cap of the countryside, pulled low over thei

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”