Billy Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

I hate myself and I hate life in general All I could hear was Pablo getting into the ring and calling out my name. I'm not gonna pass out over a fight as little as this. I surprised him by sitting down. I rested my back on the rope. Pablo knelt beside me. He gave me a look and said "You didn't fight back. Why?" I shook my head at him "It's none of your business "

Billy sneered, “Trash.” He valiantly struck back. Billy was indeed Dwight’s son, finishing his opponents off in no time. No gangster could last a second against him. The gangsters crumpled and tumbled on the ground in pain. “Get on your knees!” Billy kicked Leath and his boys, making them get up. Delighted, Gavin and the rest drew closer and pulled punches in the gangsters’ faces. The gangsters screamed in pain as blood spilled from their mouths. “Enough. You’re going to kill them.”

“But you’ll find, Miss Hart, that my world doesn’t operate on simple rules. Be prepared for complications.” “I can handle it,” Ava said, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. Damien stood, extending his hand. “Then we have a deal.” Ava hesitated before shaking his hand, her stomach churning. As his fingers closed around hers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil.

I think she might be the one that makes Ebony turn evil," Keith said "What are you talking about? Ebony isn't evil," Jacob said. Keith and I told him about what Abby had told Kieth about me becoming evil in one of her visions of the future. "So you are telling me that I wasn't supposed to stop the fight," Jacob said "No. You were supposed to let the fight go on but help Luna Ebony defeat the evil. I guess that evil is Tia," Abby said. I thought about it for a while. About Grandma Margarette saying Tia was the spitting image of Mandy. It made me think of why that would be.

It was those lies that drove her away from her dreams, plunging her into the reality of seeking comfort in the arms of the devil who had treated her like shit. Elena Taylor gathered as much strength as she could and pushed him away, her chest rising and falling in fury as she took in her environment. She was in an executive room which could have made her wonder if an empty shell like her had died and gone to heaven, Except that her wrists were covered in bandaids, and there was an IV connected to her arm. And if those weren't enough giveaway, monsters like Mikhail Volkov didn't fucking belong in heaven. No, they claimed the best seats in hell and continued to rule from there.

“ You are scared ? “ said Antonio with the word disbelief , clearly written all over his face . “ Very scared ! “ said Damian nodding his head with a serious expression . ‘ He…..Scared ?……..He was clearly enjoying the whole fight and the knives that were directed at him . Who is he trying to fool with that handsome face of his ?!……How can anyone feel amused at such a moment where their life is clearly at risk . My boss is a handsed . ‘ thought Antonio with a speechless expression . “ Just for you information , I do not enjoy being attacked . The only reason I enjoy such dangerous situations is because I have new targets to torture for my amusement . “ said Damian with a dangerous look in his

What was happening in the hall in the meantime? Abigail didn’t faint, only due to the fact that she was numb from shock. The men were standing goggle-eyed, some of them bent over and emptying their stomachs right on their feet. The smell of burnt flesh was so strong that my demonic half woke up and started to salivate. I really want some roasted meat of a char-grilled sinner, mmm... With effort, I brought the nasty thought to bay. The priest was deathly pale. Half of the women were shrieking, and the other half had simply fainted.

Willie countered. The two appeared to be father and daughter. However, the father seemed to be no match for his daughter. Despite his kitchen knife being infused with Vital Energy, it paled in comparison to the Snow Lady's unique abilities. After a few seconds, frost coated the kitchen knife. Meanwhile, Billy's eyes gradually dulled, indicating the onset of freezing. He would likely soon become an ice sculpture. "Don't, Bethan... My daughter..." he uttered an exceedingly faint, low plea. However, Bethan had completely lost her rationality at this point and transformed into a monster.

‘His head on a spike outside Parliament, along with all those other traitors, Miller, Souberry, Grieve, Corbyn, we’ll have them by Christ we’ll have them! ‘Yeah.’ Billy’s mind zoned out of the tirade and instead indulged its own sordid and sadistic fantasies of revenge. He pictured Baden as he had last seen him, only this time it was Billy doing the stuffing of things up Baden’s arse, principally his own member, followed by anything large, sharp, and likely to cause internal damage. ‘Fuck him to death!’ Billy spurted out, interrupting Bumford’s less than stirring stream of oration. ‘What?’ he said. ‘Nothing,’ said Billy. ‘Now look, Billy, I want you to go and case the bastard’s joint…’

For the world, he was a powerfully successful business tycoon, who owned a billions worth business, but many were already aware of his underworld work and how cruel of a mobster boss he was. He knew people called him soulless for taking so many lives but no one and nothing had ever succeeded in going against him. Because the person who would dare to go against him, he made sure their breathing went against their own body. A knock on the door grabbed his attention. “Come in,” he uttered and Calix stepped inside. “Boss, the deal with the Andersons has been cancelled just like you wanted,” Calix informed him, who silently listened to him but gave him no response. His eyes remained downcasted to