Billy Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

“Trix, you’re not helping her! You are…” “I’M NOT LETTING HER DIE!” he roars, cutting me off as he jerks against the chains again. The sheer force of his body sends me stumbling back, but I catch myself, barely. His eyes are wild, bloodshot. Like he’s seeing red and nothing else. I look over at Dixie, and my stomach drops. She’s still under the spell, it seems she has taken it back up and is holding that goddamned knife to her wrist like she’s pouring her very soul into the bottle.

"Get him to leave me alone." This was the guy who had stolen his girlfriend and called him a paranoid freak the whole time he was seeing her behind his back. The guy who now had the love of his life wrapped around his little finger. That was all he could think about as Alfie stared at him with huge, terrified eyes, begging for mercy. He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter.

"I see you're not all that impressive." He was Billy, the vice-castellan of Hawthorne Seafort, a person of high status and formidable strength. It was apparent he had not witnessed the full fight and had just arrived, or he would have underestimated Alexander. The crowd was deeply shocked upon hearing this, realizing that the person before them was the demon who had destroyed Golden Lion Villa. The other three factions silently cursed Shayla for dragging them into this mess. "Vice-castellan, save me!" Shayla, seeing her lifeline, clung to it tightly, a glimmer of joy appearing on her face.

___" lift him up... I was STILL conscious, they hooked their arms through mine and lifted me. ___ who are you and what do you want in my house? __I am diablo the head of the most feared mafia in this country. The men roared with laughter. Paolo continued: ___ And what does the big boss do alone in my house? Where are the countless allies you must have? ___" I was betrayed by my brother, he took away my post but I'm going to get it back but for that I need your help . I spit blood on the floor ___He's a lunatic! One of the men said...

My Bully is Psycho Chapter five Isabella "I missed hurting you Isabel " his taunting voice dripped with menace. What a psychotic thing to say... I looked into his gaze for any trace of remorse, if I could perhaps see a glimpse of my childhood best friend, the one person I missed so much. It wasn't there. This was a totally different person, and all I could manage to find in those gray eyes were hate and disgust. "Let me go! " I hissed out in pain, if anything his grip tightened around my shoulders even more, his nails digging painfully.

"You're possessed by that fucking brunette at Damian's funeral. Didn't you see the designer dress and shoes she was wearing? She's totally out of your league!" "She's out of my league, but I'm not planning to fuck her, right? I'm just saying, that girl's got a point. We can't put up with tragedies like this. You're angry. I am angry. We've all been angry. Why don't we transfer our anger into something useful?!" The man named Billy said and poured more beers into his throat. "You aren't transferring into shit, Billy. The only thing you can transfer is a fucking coyote-like tiny dog infested by flees," the man shouted.

Victoria felt like she had stepped straight into someone else’s sin. — The table was pitch black, obsidian, and only twelve seats lined its edges. Warm, dim amber light spilled over everything, leaving faces half in shadow. No menus and no phones were allowed. At the head of the table stood Sebastian Montez. He moved like the room was his, because it was. He wore a black chef’s jacket that looked tailored for sin more than service. He was tall and had a commanding presence, dark hair, a sculpted jaw, and had ridiculous sunglasses perched on his nose - and even though it was night, and they were indoors, the shades worked. Not like a joke, but like armor.

I joke. I woke up some minutes ago, before Asher left, and I was grateful Bryan had returned because God knows I cannot deal with the busted-face stepbrother of mine sitting opposite me with an emphasizing expression that resembles Hulk. Did I mention he’s peeling a very red apple with a table knife? Which is creepy. It makes the atmosphere tenser. I’m glad Bryan dominates the coffee table and ignores the fuming young man behind him. It’s good to know that other people aren’t as psychotic as Caden is.

Even though he believed in his martial arts and believed that Togo wouldn't do anything to him, his opponent was a weapon dealer, she had the most sophisticated weapon in the world, and lastly, she asked him for a request. If Monica rejected Togo's request, then he wasn't sure what she was going to do, after all, he was also a businessman, and he also knew how dirty the world of business was, it was the world of strong eating the weak, survival of the fittest, and a lot of businessmen would do anything to take down their competitor. It might not be related, but in his previous life, he had been attacked by black magic, something that only came out from a horror movie, but he knew that it exi

Then, plucking off his index finger, he carved the word scumbag into the restaurant owner's cheeks with the bone spike. Even as the restaurant owner passed out in sheer agony, the butcher had turned pale in terror. However, his legs were jelly and he could not move. He could only beg Frank helplessly. Frank smirked. "Sorry. You're just unlucky this time, and to be honest, I would never have killed the other guy no matter how much I tortured him. But you… I simply have no patience for you!" Picking up the butcher, he then launched the man off the mountain like he was weightless.