Romans & histoires Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

I grab the gun from my holster and drag her behind the heavy oak desk. “Luca!” I shout. “I’m here!” His voice comes from the hall. A second later, he slides into the room, gun drawn, already scanning the perimeter. “Sniper. South window. At least two.” I peek up just long enough to see the muzzle flash from the tree line outside. The bastard’s good—precise, calm. Not some street-level assassin. This is personal. “Get her out,” I order. Luca nods. “Safe room?”

One man peeled Julius's shirt from his body, revealing bloodied skin already torn from earlier beatings. The first cut was across his chest. Deliberate. Slow. Julius screamed. Dante closed his eyes for a moment, breathing it in. The scream was music—high, cracked, desperate. “Do you know what the funny thing is?” Dante asked, walking slowly to a steel cabinet. He opened it, revealing an array of tools—pliers, wires, hammers, a blowtorch. “She doesn’t even know how precious she is. But I do.” He selected a thin ice pick and turned. “And you… you’re going to bleed until you understand what it means to touch something that belongs to the devil.”

Just then, Dante and his men happened to pass by and when I saw him, my eyes widened. “Help me.” I blurted out in a weak voice. “He does not care bitch.” the man said with a scoff. All of a sudden, Dante halted and so did his men, the two guards by his side. Then he walked up to the man and grabbed him by the hair, smashing his face into the wall. By the time the man's head was brought up, his face was bleeding. He received a punch to his face and another smash to the wall before being thrown to the ground like a mere object.

The smoke parted slowly. Alpha Jax rode into the center of the clearing, completely alone. He held a white flag of truce high in his left hand, a mocking smile plastered across his face. But it wasn't the flag that stopped the breath in Elena’s throat. Tied to the back of Jax’s war beast by heavy, silver-infused chains was Devon. He was barely conscious, his body covered in deep, silver-burnt lacerations, his head hanging low as the chains dragged his knees through the dirt. Jax stopped twenty paces away, his grip tightening on a thick rope tied directly around Devon’s bruised neck.

They enjoyed messing around so much that they lost sight of their target. Narco's horde of clones got out of their vehicles and went back on their way while shouting, making noises to scare her. Mischa, who was waiting for them, turned on the chainsaw. When they heard the engine, the enemies ran fastly, headed in her direction. They are like swarms of sharks pouncing on their prey, but before they could manage to touch even a strand of her hair, Mischa ruthlessly swings her chainsaw, amputating their hands, torso, limbs, head, and cutting cleanly their bodies in half. Narco's clones keep coming after her even after getting cut by the saw machine. They are mindlessly approaching her, not even

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

By the time, the woman looked up at the man she squealed in horror and fear as that man who was human just now has turned into a huge monster. He has two horns on his head and his hands have blades on them and so do his legs. His face was all red with purple-colored scary eyes and same-colored lips, he doesn't have any nose though. I too backed away in horror when I saw the real self of the devil's friend. He looked scarier than the devil and cruel too. With just one swift motion he tore the woman's clothes as they fell down leaving her naked.

my real self lost. ceri:- why don't you face destiny instead of running away velliam:- I realized something two me exist in me. first one weak me who is tried from world and other one is energetic who want to conqueror the world. now if have to choose between one of them. then my answer is 2 one. I will travel through hell to conqueror in order to find my self again. I am coming devil. sorry ceri I think I want to risk my life and experience thrill that why I will do want to my want. that may cause risk my life but can't help it