Dear Satan Jack Black の小説・ストーリー

'Yes', he replied. Mr sorcerer, I still have lots of questions that baffle my mind. Why are you three called Black Cults? Because we are bad, he replied. Why are the other two in cell, Jack in Cell and Salazar cursed to stay under the sea? I asked him what he meant by being bad, It all because we are bad, he replied again. Then why are you guys bad? why can't you be good, finding solutions to the town's probs? I rushed him questions again.

Her full lips look hot, but it’s too bad she was too shy. “Please tell me what happened before I was conscious,” I asked her again. “Well, Jack and his gang made fun of us as usual.” “Jack?” “Jack Black, the Zeta of our pack. I don’t know why, but he targets me from the time he saw me. Since you are always there to protect me, he targets you too. But three days ago, he went too far.” “What happened?” I leaned my head on the pillow.

At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell. He leans comfortably in that black leather chair I've sat in many times. He makes the leather sing on purpose by moving his back more forcefully and looking at me up and down. "Are you going to play dumb with me again, Lulu?" he asks. I swear this man must sit at the Devil's right hand. "I don't know what you want me to say, Santo. I see pictures of me with men I deal with daily, nothing more." I tense up and immediately tuck my head between my shoulders.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

I am Aniston Black now…not Powells or Stillblood but a freaking Black! Who says there is no God?

“Aaagh! Why are immortals so frigging complicated?” “Would you rather we fit neatly into little mortal boxes?” He spoke in a falsetto: “Hello, boys and girls! My name's Satan! I'm the Prince of Darkness and Evil Incarnate. That nice old man over there with a white beard is God. He's your Father, and if you don't believe in him, you'll burn in Hell forever. I'll torture you and roast you up good until your flesh melts on my teeth. Doesn't that sound wonderful? And look over there, at that dead man on a cross- it's Jesus. His Father killed him so he could die for your sins.”

I just wanted to be here. "I'm so tired...is this how handsome guys live? Can I donate my handsomeness?" "Wow, what an air guy! Go away. Where's Jack, who has no manners and is always mad at the world?" "He's in hell. They're calling for you too." "' No need! He's more suited to hell. I think Satan is his brother." "What did you say?" I slowly stood up from my prone position on the floor. I shook my whole body before turning myself on this man who swallowed his saliva and grimaced.

"I told you my feelings about Jack, and that's not going to change no matter what you say or anyone else so you may as well get used to it." "Why don't you see it? Jack's savage and killed so many people ruthlessly. Let's assume for one goddamn minute that there's a miracle and he somehow wakes up from the coma and let's say they do catch this killer, what then? You're going to start dating killers now?" "He's not a psychopath and he's not a killer! Stop saying that. Jack was being framed and that's the only reason he's slipped into this coma in the first place."

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

His heart was racing as the steps were coming closer and closer then finally he saw someone he never thought could do this. "Surprise! Surprise! How was your nap doll face?" Satanika asked as she folded her hands. Satanika wore a back tank top with a black sweater on top, black miniskirt with black net stockings and black sneakers. She packed her hair pony with a part of her hair sticking out in the front and added black and purple streak ribbons to her hair. "You! You're the killer?" He asked as his eyes widened. Satanika took the chair that is facing him and laid on it.