Devil's Teardrop Cast Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

“South tower. Got it.” They built together for the next ten minutes—Ayra handing them pieces, Elias directing, Lucian actually participating, in his own quiet, stoic way. Then, without warning, Elias climbed onto Lucian’s lap and threw his arms around him. “You’re the best villain ever.” Lucian froze. The boy’s arms were small and warm, his hair soft against Lucian’s jaw. The embrace was brief, uncalculated, pure. Lucian didn’t hug back. But he didn’t move away either.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Not thinking that. Adom finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Adom snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

She took to her heels, tears streaming down her face. If she makes it out alive, that's enough for me. Tyrell burst out laughing as his finger lingered over the button." See y'all in hell!" Damn it! I hate fire.

He didn't look like someone who was in pain, instead he looked angry. "Move back! Move back!" A medic brushed past Ariana roughly, snapping her out of whatever trance she'd fallen into. She swallowed hard and lifted her camera automatically, fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the lens. The flash captured Dante being lifted onto the stretcher with a streak of mud across his jaw, rain clinging to his dark lashes, his large hand curling slowly into a fist. Then his head tilted slightly in her direction again. Ariana's stomach tightened. Even half conscious, he looked at her like he knew every ugly thought she'd ever had. She hated that look. Hated him. Mostly.

"Disable a camera without triggering the main alarm." "I didn't. And I'm very tired." "You slept last night." "It's because of you." The answer landed between us. Erdem did not look away. "Because of me?" "You keep interrogating me. If you can't trust me then let me go." His fingers curled against the table. The technician stood near the wall, silent. Konstantin remained by the door, watching without expression. He leaned over me, close enough that his breath touched my cheek. Then he smiled.

Alice's voice was so small as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "Oh, love… I didn't mean…" Devon was panic when he watched how her tears streamed down her face. "Please… don't cry….please, I'm sorry?" Devon was afraid. His heart clenched agonizingly when a soft sobbing sound came out from her trembling lips. Her eyelashes wet with her tears as well as the pillow beneath her. "am sorry…" Devon said again, feeling devastated to see his mate in her current state. He had never been in a helpless situation, where he had no idea what to do

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

“They killed my father. They think they can get away with this.” “They won’t,” Luca said beside me, his expression carved from stone. “Not if we find them first.” I nodded, my gaze shifting toward Isabella. She stood close, her face pale, her eyes wide and shining with tears. She looked terrified—fragile—and I felt another surge of protectiveness rise in me. I brushed my hand against her hair. She flinched slightly, shock I thought but maybe it's was more then that. Though she didn’t pull away.