Dear Satan Jack Black の小説・ストーリー

"Who sent you to kill agent Torres? Now before you give me another stupid answer, consider the fact that I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to make it slow." His eyes narrowed and I continued. "You think whoever sent you is terrifying? you're about to know the true meaning of terror." I told him. "Is whatever they're paying you worth your life?" Suddenly, the man burst into laughter. "I'm not afraid of you Rafael Santiago. The black smoke gang is nothing but a relic from the past. You're all nothing but pussies now, too afraid to make the news. Kill me if you want, but_" I whipped out my gun and fired before he could say anything else, my bullet ripping through the back of his throat and s

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

I've encountered this demon. Satan. I'm sweating profusely, my heart is pounding, I'm furious. I hate him so much. He comes out of the shower and walks towards me. - Can you untie me? - No, - No? - Yes, you'll stay like this all night. - You are disgusting, selfish, and... - Damn it, Sibelle, - Damn you, sir, damn you, damn you. - I see you have energy to spare, my dear....

Cathelina Bright shook her head, and looked at him with a face full of despair: "Jackie Waltson, how can you treat me like this, you … You are not a human, you are a devil. " "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha …"Jackie Waltson laughed for half a minute, then raised his hand to wipe the liquid that came out of his eyes. "Yes, I am a devil, but this devil was forced by you." Cathelina Bright crouched down, her hands tearing at her hair: "How can you treat me like this, how can you …"

"Didn't your momma ever tell you if it makes you look like a devil, it's probably not good for you?" The man scoffed. "Don't tell me what my mom used to say," he spat. "Lived up here since I was a boy and never seen the likes of you Sancters. Piss off!" Jack hauled him up by the back of his shirt. "I don't much like your attitude, son. Take me to Jimmy or I'll blow a bigger hole in you." The man went to reply, but Jack cut him off. "Think better of it. I'm not in the mood these days," he whispered and hiked his arm up his back until the man whimpered.

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

*wink*' I let out a low laugh, 'And he's back!' Blackmailer- '*wink* did you fall from heaven?' I rolled my eyes. 'That's an old one.' Blackmailer- 'Because your face is all messed up. *teary laughs* Me-'*unamused faces* actually it is messed up because I crawled back from hell.' Blackmailer- 'I don't ever doubt that. *wink*' Me- 'I was actually sent here to pick up their leader, you.'

He unlocked the door and a clearly livid Ben charged in. "What is wrong with you, man?" "I'm sorry, I fell asleep and time ran away from me." "How won't you fall asleep when you now drink like a freaking fish." "Can we go now or are you going to stay here and yell at me all evening." "Get your sorry behind in my car, I'm driving." Jack had no argument there, he planned to drink even more when they got to the venue of the party. It was best for everyone really. That way, he wouldn't be bitter and grumpy, he might actually be friendly if he was a little inebriated.

An extreme force that makes him thrown away at the table. Shouts from the room have echoed. "He has shown his true colors." Alkhun ignores the gossips coming into the room. He stands up from his seat. Alkhun staring emotionless at Marlo's terrified face that was agitating in hatred to his younger brother. He manages to grin at fear before uttering. "You’re a Monster!" "Alkhun Berhalksawn, Son of Venus, The sinful Witch of the West."