Novel & Cerita Devil Mouse

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

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His eyes widen as he stares at me. “Erm.” I laugh seeing him silenced. “Please?” Hell, I am part of them. I’m a Devil, so I need to overcome this shit. Maybe people learning how I helped carve him up will stop others from coming for me? Maybe they will stop thinking I am weak and a target. Who knows, maybe it won’t. “Sure thing, little birdie. Pick your weapon.” I skip across the room and choose a dagger. “Now, pick what to cut off, or carve.” Demitri’s words are whispered in my ear.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

Margie giggled, "Of course, I remembered. So, are you up for something like that again?" "No. And you shouldn't be up for something like that as well. You are married into the royal family. Also, unless you desire to sleep in the stable, you can try something like that. I am sure the witch won't spare you." "Who is a witch?" Janice and Margie let out a loud shriek, whilst clasping each other's hands. "Damn it, Jeremy, you almost gave me a heart attack!" "Easy wifey." Jeremy chuckled and dodged the pillow Margie sent sailing to his head.

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.

Zombies are not real. He is patient. His heart is killing him but he is patient. He will see it through. He will see the figure. Slowly, it is becoming clearer. He can see the shape out of the dark. It looks like a human. It is human. But zombies are humans that ended up as lab rats and return to revenge so it is too early to judge. If it is human, why are they out at night, walking slowly from the dark? The house. Towards the house.

Life Attempt The penthouse felt heavier after Valentina’s video. Elena couldn’t shake the woman’s poisoned smile or the way her words had sliced through the fragile peace they had clawed back. The real reason it ended… her father’s final deal… a child he was willing to trade. What fresh hell was Valentina preparing to unleash next?