Dangerous Belial Novels & Stories

"I remember everything, F-father Felipe. I remember who I am. I'm a terrible sinner. I'm sorry, Uncle Felipe, but I'm a bad person." "That's all right, Blessy. You're not a bad person." Father Felipe wiped her tears away with the handkerchief he was carrying and patted her head. "I still consider you as my neice, Blessy. I'm not even your biological uncle; I consider you a blood relative and my neice. Forget about the past; what matters is that you let God uses you." She sobbed. How could she tell the Priest in front of her about another sin she had committed with the first man she loved?

The matchbox followed in its wake and, shaking the box to confirm a match still remained, he drew it out and struck it against the side. A flare of rich sulphurous light erupted across the room. “Damn blinding light.” Lips pinched at the corners in irritation despite the cool wash of relief through his tight chest. Gerfast cupped a palm around the tentative flame and lowered it to the candle. Damn the kid for ruining my day. Damn these goddamn corpses always stinking up the place. The darkness be damned as well. Perhaps the plague’s appearance was well-timed. A cleansing of filth. A baptism of the damned.

‘These sly white priests must kept it hidden somewhere inside this temple…’ After all of his barrage attacks were ended, Belial was shocked to see that Jeremiah was still standing tall uninjured thanks to his newly acquired protection spell. “You’ve stolen that spell from me!” Belial scorned as his muscle became tense. However, his injury took a toll on him and he fell limp on the ground. The grand cleric now felt helpless, “even if you kill me—“ he coughed and fresh blood came out of his mouth, “—you won't get away with your sin, unpunished! There’s a special place in hell for a heathen like you!”

There was something dangerous about this man, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. "What's up?" Bianca asked elbowing me at the side, breaking my train of thought. I turned to her, giving a small smile. "Nothing much. Just having fun." "Are you sure?" she asked. "You were dancing like a goddess! If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were the goddess Aphrodite herself!" She said it with such wide-eyed wonder, like a child gazing upon a star. "What if I was?"

He said, and Caleb shook his head. "She doesn't know where he is, father. Mother is selfish. She would have given him up if she knew. She really doesn't know. This is a bit extreme, father. What was her crime really?" Caleb said with tear-filled eyes. "I know my mother isn't a good person, but she never killed anyone. She was only annoying at breakfast and lied against people she did not like. What else did she do, father? This is too much. I am beginning to believe her when she said you didn't love her. There is no wall with her picture in this house, and you are always quick to point out her flaws. You did it so often that it became normal. This is extreme. So someone is blackmailing her.

He singlehandedly destroyed almost half of them, making sure they were all wiped out. That was how dangerous and deadly he could be whenever he was this furious. He has a special ability—a really lethal one that caused a lot of death while he was growing up. I know he might have been so calm recently, but this man here was once a beast that even his parents were scared of. His presence brought panic and tension, and people would find an excuse to leave. Even though he had changed after the same outraged powers almost made him kill his mother, everyone knew it was still in him and tread carefully.

And I clung to him like a fool, begging to be broken. Oh God. What is wrong with me? I’m a complete hot mess around him and he knows it. Why is my body responding this way to him? Why does a part of me want to submit to him? I should never have downloaded that app. Now look where it’s gotten me. This was why I was scared. I knew from the very moment I saw him through that café window that he was no longer the coolheaded guy I once knew. “And you better hope you don’t fall for me,” he rasped. “Because if you do, it would be a great pleasure to tie you up and bury myself six inches inside you again and again until you see the gates of heaven.”

He could try, but he would certainly fail," I responded, my eyes trailing over the room, relishing the way some seemed to shrink from my gaze. In a room of a hundred people, I had blackmailed ninety-five, and I felt no remorse. They all deserved it and even if they didn't, what's done was done anyway. I knew what they called me—heard whispers of "the stone bitch," how they seemingly hated me and wished me dead. And yet, I knew many of those same men sought to sleep with me, to boast they had tamed the wolf. How ironic that I would gobble them up instead. "Do you think they know what the party is for?" Desiree asked, curling a lock of red hair around her finger. We looked at each other and sm

Hailey laughed. “Serves her right. Serves them all right,” Anna said seriously. “I feel a little pity for Sophia, though,” Hailey said sadly. “I don't. She kept silent, watching her brother murder two innocent women under her nose. She paid a blind eye to Samantha's death, while she knew the truth,” Betty said. “Yes, you are right, Betty. I pity none of them. Claris is a pig,” Hailey mocked and they all laughed. “This is just the beginning. They will all pay for what they did to Samantha,” Anna said confidently as they all walked away.

He's unpredictable. "You have my word," Rae only answered with a slight smile. "I won't hesitate to end you if you turn against us," Harrison reminded which Rae already knew. It's dangerous to play this game. He's lucky enough that the supreme leader let him live and even join back, which can be her biggest weakness. DIANNE had her eyes closed while the chase was happening. She seemed too relaxed with how things were going. Her face is like an angel but she was the devil's little girl.