Dangerous Belial Novels & Stories

Doing as he says, I bend and place my gun on the floor then slowly stand back up. “I never imagined you’d sell your beliefs for a few bucks” “I guess that’s what happens when the man you believed to be worthy of following loses sight of the way things should be” he says. “She’ll get you for this” I tell him. “She won’t make it” he says sounding so sure. I can’t help but laugh at how nieve he is, Demi is a women like any other out there. She’ll go to hell and back for the ones she loves and anyone who stands in her way will be taken out as collateral damage.

He is really trying to his best not just to impress Catherine but to make Catherine like but with every attempt, it seems to pull Catherine further away from him. ​"Are you angry? Do you feel wronged? If you really want to be accepted into this family, you have to kill me." Catherine says in a challenging tone. She knows he does not have it one bit to harm her. Fear clouds Francis' face. There's no way he could that. Despite the abuse he has faced in this house, he has never once felt like harming any member of this family, his family. Catherine smirks before she goes to her bedroom. What a weakling.

Something really dangerous. ____________________________________

My breath caught, trapped between fury and something far more dangerous. His voice dropped, steel wrapped in silk. “Careful, Elena. You’re playing with fire you can’t control.” “Oh, please.” My laugh was sharp, bitter. “You think I’m scared of you? I’ve had worse monsters in my bed.” His eyes flared. And then he leaned in, lips grazing my ear. “If you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you,” he whispered, “you should leave. Right now.” I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare.

“That’s not the question you should be worried about, son. Danger is around the corner. Do not trust anyone, for those you trust the most will eventually be your doom.” “I want to have the same weapon he has,” I said. “I know you can make one.” “What can a blind old woman like me possibly do?” she asked. “Mamio,” I called, my voice sharp but serious. “Fine. Augustine is not someone you should fight. He is a monster.” “And I am the devil,” I said, annoyed that she was afraid of him. “He is my dead husband.” “What?” I muttered. The story she told me was that her husband was dead. He was shot dead and should probably be rotting in hell by now.

But not for long. The Black Axe must be backed by a powerful source that fuels their gruesome acts. Selling drugs and illegal firearms wasn’t enough for them. The entire time with Scar, my mind kept drifting back to my innocent lamb. She was in the den of thieves, dealers, and all sorts of evildoers, camouflaged as friends of the celebrant. A text pulled my attention to my phone, and my blood boiled at its content. "She is dancing with the boy you hate." It was from Diego.

" I know that being close to me brings to this and am sorry Larissa truly though I also wished for his death and that I won't lie... You will always be there target if you stay by my side and am so selfish to let you go treasure but I can't bare seeing you like this. I want you so bad to let go but I have to say this" he said calmly as she listened her heart beating so hard as a shiver ran through her body. " You have a choice treasure, am a danger that will eat you up even danger is a bad that wants to be let free from my grasp. Am death it self. The thing here his you can leave Larissa.

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”