Beezlebub Novels & Stories

Happily, he was alone at his desk, his back to her. Allowing him a fighting chance, she said coolly, “You look a lot different when you’re not covered in fuzz, Graybeard.” He spun around so fast, he nearly fell out of his seat. “Rain! What the…” he trailed off, apparently realizing he was better off with his mouth shut. She smirked. “Hello, Azion. I thought I’d show you what you wanted so badly. What do you think?” She rolled the Bell between her palms, walked it through her fingers like a Chinese exercise ball. “Nifty little toy, isn’t it?”

Angel asked suddenly, causing Violet to raise an eyebrow. Angel looked at Alyne's back which was getting smaller in her sight, before a lopsided smile formed on her lips. "You are just an ordinary bully, but Aslan is a professional bully." Violet looked at Angel with an incomprehensible look. "No need to beat around the bush, give me the point." Angel chuckled at the impatient Violet. "You know what? The ordinary bully is playing something dirty, just like beating, kicking, and anything to hurt the victim." Angel's words made Violet frown even more.

Susan asked. “Bob,” Bob replied. “Come on, is it short for Bobbi, Roberta, or Barbra?” Susan asked. Bob was silent in contemplating what Susan was asking. “My known name is Beelzebub, but I prefer Barbra when I’m a woman,” Bob replied with her head down. “The prince of the demons? I see why you were adopted by Lucifer and became the prince. Well, it should have been the new princess, Barbra.” Susan giggled.

I moved back from the team just enough that I could whisper to Mammon. I let my gaze wander around. There’s something up ahead. It was a huge fly, shrieking and eating everything on its path. Even without using my heightened sight, I could still see Belzeebub. He was smaller than Leviathan when he was in his demon form, but Belzeebub is still large enough that he can still be easily spotted through the naked eye. At the back of my mind, I push away the feeling that something is odd here so I could focus on the current situation. I could not let my mind wander around right now.

She went to her bathroom After Half an hour "Ridz , get your lazy ass out of your room or else you're getting no breakfast today. Sejal screamed out of her lungs in annoyance , waiting of her friend from past hall an hour on the breakfast table . "Coming just a minutes , "Did used back from her room, making her Huff in disbelief . "Ridhima sareen" . "Ok I'm I am done , I am coming ." Ridz said , getting out of her room and stormed towards the breakfast table.. "You said 20 minutes , it's more than half an hour , what the hell are you doing in the bathroom ?". Sejal asked , serving the omlet on Ridz's plate . "Sorry it's just , umm...sorry ..

I gave him a confused look. "So what are we waiting for? This doesn't sound like fun to me. Let's run," I said, holding his hand. "Where do you think you're going, Destiny?" Beelzebub said with a totally different voice from his usual one. His voice was deep and could make mountains fall with just the sound of it. "Sir Yung, you were wrong. Beelzebub is far from the weakest; he's very powerful," I said with a shaken voice. Master Yung didn't say anything; he kept quiet, observing what was going to happen next.

I would too. Julien called the number that afternoon while Lucas was at a friend's for the day, and I sat in the next room and listened to one side of a conversation that told me almost nothing and everything at once, his voice going flat and careful in a way I'd never heard it go, the particular flatness of someone holding an enormous weight very still so it doesn't shift and crush something. "Tomorrow," he said, when he came back into the room, phone still loose in his hand. "There's a café outside Beaune. She wants to meet."

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.