Novel & Cerita Christian Fiction Devourers

She called these people with super abilities Clan of Heightened Vision, Heightened Tactility, Heightened Auditory Senses, Heightened Olfactory Senses, and Heightened Gustatory Senses. "Have you ever visited the newly built food hub near the university with your friends?" Luna was interrupted from reading when he felt Bodie's fork poking her fork with his. "What?" She said in a daze. She had not been listening to Bodie's stories. "You did not listen to a word I said, didn't you?" Bodie sassed. He was almost done eating while Luna still had a lot on her bowl. "Sorry." "What's in that book that you're all rapt up?" Bodie asked with his brows furrowed with peeve.

Alley and Christian were finally getting our forever. *** If you made it this far then you made it to the end of Christian's and Alley's story. This was the first book I ever published and I know it needs a good edit. Hopefully one day I’ll get more experience and collaboration with writing and can revamp this to be even better. I have three Epilogues left to give you a glimpse of their life in the future years, but that is a wrap for the main story. I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to leave a gem if you did. I truly appreciate all the support. See you guys in my next book!" Consumed by the Mafia is my second and most popular book you can find right here on good novel.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

After Lufian said that, alarmed cries could be heard from below. “What? The Soul Devourers are back? Didn’t we wipe them out before? I heard that a lot are dead or had escaped, how are they back?” “The Soul Devourers is a race that will devour the soul of intelligent lives. There are countless intelligent lives in Leila so we are like a natural granary to them! Back then, they caused trouble at the borders of Leila and got wiped out. In the end, the remaining Soul Devourers escaped but I didn’t expect them to come back to haunt us. They’re back!”

She smiled. Margo sat open mouthed as she listened to Magdalena and Bernard talk. They discussed death as if it was nothing. She quickly scribbled everything down and leaned back in her chair and sighed. She was thankful that Spencer and his people would be lending a hand to help them take him out once and for all. She frowned as she listened to them talk. It was like they were having fucking tea only the topic of dissucssion was how they were going to kill The Devil’s Knights. “Disgusting.” Margo mumbled and pushed out of her chair.

“‘You sound distracted, Thea… Is everything okay? If you need something, just ask Giorgio, the butler... Or Franca, the cook. They’ll take care of you until I get back home.’” “I’m fine. I was just thinking of something I had finished reading.” “‘About what?’” “About choices… About life…” He gave a soft chuckle of laughter. “‘Light reading, I see…’” It was her turn to chuckle. “Yeah… It’s one of those silly motivational books… A pocket version that I keep in my bag. As you can see, I’m not the glossy magazine type of reader.” “‘No, you’re not… Would you like to share?’” Damiano asked tenderly.

Chapter 111: Got married to a devilish monster **Christiana’s POV** The quiet of my apartment was a rare comfort, a kind of silence that wrapped itself around me like a gentle shield from everything outside. I curled deeper into the couch, knees tucked beneath the blanket draped across my lap, the soft fabric warming the ache in my body. On the coffee table sat the remnants of my latest craving, a plate with crumbs, streaks of honey glistening under the lamplight, and a faint smear of butter still softening at the edge of the bread. Pregnancy had turned me into a creature of strange hungers; tonight it had been bread drenched in honey, the sweetness so overwhelming it coated my tongue until,

“As if being emotionally wrecked wasn’t enough.” I hadn’t eaten all day. The hope of freedom had been so blinding, so intoxicating, that food felt irrelevant. I was supposed to escape. I was so close. Just one more step… and then— Then he appeared. Damien. The devil in a polished suit. He ruined everything. Like a storm sweeping in on a sunny day, he destroyed the little peace I’d clawed together. Why? Why now, of all times? If he had been just five minutes late, I would’ve been gone.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

“It’s different from the others.” “I know,” Autumn replied, her voice firm. “It’s real.” The Devourer opened its vast and gaping mouth—its very center—and released a soundless scream. Not with sound. But with memory. In an instant, Autumn found herself inundated with a torrent of haunting visions: her grandmother fading away in quiet solitude, her mother weeping against a closed door, and herself, a small child, nestled in Tristan’s embrace, whispering that she was unworthy of such love and warmth. The creature reveled in these tormented memories, feeding upon them—growing stronger with each recollection.