Cruella Deville Henchman Novels & Stories

Lord Cedran asked, though he looked like he didn't want to know. "The third one lasted the longest. Five years. They say she went mad from the things he did to her. Found her hanging from the castle rafters with her own bedsheets." Renwick's voice was flat now, emotionless. "That's who we're dealing with. Not a man. Not even a king. A demon who feeds on suffering." The silence that followed was absolute. Several council members were openly weeping. King Aldric felt like he might vomit. "So what do we do?" Lord Thalen asked desperately. "There has to be something…."

“You’re brave, talking to him.” I blinked. “Who?” She smirked knowingly, nodding in Luca’s direction. “Mr. Del Vicchio. People don’t usually get too close unless they have to.” Before I could respond, the auctioneer’s voice rang out again. This time, it wasn’t the item that caught my attention—it was Luca raising his hand to place a bid. “Going once… going twice…” “Sold!” A smattering of applause followed as Luca reclaimed his glass from the bar. He turned, his eyes finding mine again.

I lifted his paw and pressed it against my face, rubbing it slightly up and down, as he had done to me. "Ah!" He squinted, as he very enjoyed the rub, and leaned over, pressing his face against my other cheek. "Gollum." “All right, all right, that tickles. Don't come any closer...” I pushed away his body which kept moving towards me. At this moment, the function of the mucus on his body was revealed. My fingers pressed on his body but couldn't stop him at all, he was like a dolphin, just holding his body down, 'sizzling' out of my hand, two claws around my neck.

“It does the job justice, Lady Persephone. We laugh and I throw a pillow in it, which soon closes the door. I turn my gaze back to the piece and smile. What are you up to, Kaanadan? *** It really is a flashy party. The big house that welcomes us is a typical Italian mansion, with all the rustic details and the beauty of the beige stone pillars. The green garden is illuminated and the stone walkway takes us to the center of the party, what is a... nightclub? Celina, dressed as a witch, looks at me with the same surprise, and then I see Marga, dressed as Catwoman, shaking Silvério's hand. I see how tense she is, not unlike Jud, dressed as a fairy godmother, who sticks to her.

Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this fucked up. She makes Cruella De Vil look like a fucking saint, and she skins puppies for fur coats.

Her eyes widened seeing an ugly wriggling reddish creature which could be likened to a mutation of spider and octopus bred. Daeira let a groan when Esee opened her mouth to feed her the creature and she couldn't help but cry out in frustrations when she can’t even do much as to move her fingers or called out the king’s names since Csal's enchantment had been clouding her brain unceasingly.

I just tagged behind him. “Mr. Hans, this is Miss Sena. She’s Master Sean’s wife, “Leon said. The man mistakenly reached out his hand to Rhen. Since when did Rhen become Sena? The witch still took the handshake and I just stepped back in embarrassment. But Leon pulled me over. “She’s Sena, Mr. Hans. “ He let go of Rhen hand and took mine. “Oh, sorry. I’m Hans, Secretary of HMB USA. “

Standing right in front of me is the devil himself. "The princess is awake!". He sneered. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! Untie me now!" "Hahahahaha, stop struggling princess, it's of no use. Anyways, you look beautiful, as always, you're looking hot". He said as he squat in front of me before untying my hands.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

My hands were tied tight behind my back with rough twine that bit into my skin every time I moved. "She’s awake, Boss," a heavy voice rumbled from the side. I looked over. It was the giant guy from the alley. His jaw was already swollen and turning a nasty purple. Good. My elbow did that. "Leave us," another voice said. A shadow moved from the corner of the room. Lorenzo De Luca stepped into the light. His suit jacket was gone, and his white shirt sleeves were rolled up, showing dark tattoos running all the way down his arms. He didn't look mad. He looked completely blank. Like a doctor looking at an X-ray.