Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know Novels & Stories

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

“Not quite.” “Didn’t think you were capable of feelings,” he said dryly, watching Charlotte in the distance speak to a man she called “Father.” The man wore a medieval military uniform and Gildeon figured he was high-ranking. “Believe it or not, salamander, I was once a good, ordinary man.” “What happened then? Joined hands with the Devil?” Gildeon followed the elder vampire’s gaze, now dark with longing. “God tested me,” Present Vergilius muttered, “and I gave in to Satan—or so I believed.”

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

Viktor was quite surprised and he immediately walked there to his pack house to welcome his important client. A tall man was standing in the middle and he instantly recognized him as Devan. It's really him, the Ghost is here, Viktor's wolf said. Devan has an infamous name as Ghost in the Underworld, he never shows off in public but does everything from the shadows. "It's been a long time, how are you?" Viktor reached out his hand but Devan didn't accept it. He just smiled. "I sent my men to you a few weeks before about that important thing but you didn't agree to help me yet," Devan complained.

Hacker said, excitement shining in his eyes. “Really?” Venom raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah. One’s the Don of the Bloody Silvers,’ the other is Don of The Devils,” Hacker announced, his grin widening as he licked his ubiquitous lollipop.Venom’s expression hardened. “How did you get their information?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes. Hacker’s grin wavered, but he pressed on. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I really want to help, so I dug deep. I also noticed something else.

Marked with an unfamiliar crest: a serpent devouring its own tail, but with wings. Lena walked in and stopped short. Her face went cold. “Where did you get that?” Petra raised an eyebrow. “You recognize it?” Lena swallowed. “It’s not from Damien. It’s from the Council of Virex.” Roman raised a brow. “Never heard of them.” “You weren’t supposed to,” Lena said, voice hollow. “They’re older than Seraph. Damien may have been dangerous, but the Council? They don’t create monsters. They breed them.”

I asked taking a seat besides him. There was a silence for few seconds as he was trying to figure out what to do with the new piece of information he just got. Meanwhile I was trying to process a name which just left his mouth. A devilish name which gave me goosebumps but I still didn't knew why he said it. "Azvameth De Veil," Noah once again took his name but this time his voice was filled with bitterness rather than amusement. "Noah,", I called out his name because I wanted to know about the person he is mentioning again and again. Noah turned to me, took a deep breath and started speaking.

"No, dumb-ass. I am not blaming you. Just at the least, don't be a fucking liability!" Van felt a hot surge in his blood, he was very annoyed at how rock-ribbed Luna is. Does she not understand what the probability of getting hurt is? Not everybody is as agile and strong as she is. What in the hell is her deal? He thought. Out of anger, he threw kick to the well. Minutes passed and Bagwis returned to the chapel. Van was still outside beside the well while Luna was sitting near the altar. The large statue of Jesus Christ was beheaded and everything was full of dust and crushed cement. It did look like a perfect place for a horror movie. In the dark and silent place, Bagwis' voice echoed.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Win asked only a touch snidely while trying his best to hide the trepidation that clearly lurked within him. Adom pursed his lips. “If you want to . . . though if you truly wish me to stop, say gelatin.” “Gelatin?” Win asked in confusion. The devil smiled. “You’re unlikely to say that in the heat of the moment.” “I suppose,” Win said trailing off thoughtfully as Adom waved his arms around from no where, an army of demons to view the sacrificial deflowering. They clamored around and the sky bled to a crimson red, setting the mood. The dense forest around them suddenly seemed ancient and dying as bare limbs leaned in towards the altar.