Devilish Ghost Novelas e Histórias

“He coordinates. He taps manifests. Guys from— from other crews get moved under him. He’s clean on paper. He’s… organized.” I let that sit. “Organized how?” “He moves things that shouldn’t move,” the man said. “Ghost transfers. Off-book lines. Money goes through cut accounts. Guys get protection. He’s got a contact — someone not with the force. We call him the other side’s broker.” The word came out like it hurt. “Which side?” I asked.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

“ You're my soul.” “ Are you sure you mean that Cara Mia?” He reached for my cheek, wiping my tears with his fingers, his touch cold against my skin. “ I'm dangerous, I'm cruel, I'm evil, I'm not the man who'll buy you flowers and lie to you with my words. I'm not the type of man who'll be gentle and pretend to love you. I'm the type who'll ground your enemies to dust and burn everyone who tries to harm you. I'm the type of man who wouldn't care about hurting others if it means protecting you. I'm dark, I'm twisted, I'm insane and yet you call me your soul?” The words slipped out of his mouth heavy with emotion. My heart rate tripled in my chest.

Demonic Ghost also chimed in. " Ancestor of Evil!" Mo Beitian said softly as his gaze swept across the two of them. When Qing Ji and Demonic Ghost heard the words, their disdainful and dissatisfied faces suddenly froze. The next second, they were almost simultaneously shocked and frowned. For the people of the Devil Tribe, the Ancestor of Evil meant everything. That was their ancestor, their god. In particular, they had been suppressed by the Orthodox Path and could only live in disgrace. For them, Ancestor of Evil was the belief that they could persist through gritted teeth.

She turned back to her desk—and froze. In the black glass of the window next to her, her reflection was… something else. It was her, but twisted. Hollow-eyed. Skin cracked like old porcelain. A demonic grin stretching across her face, fanged and unnatural. The light above flickered violently. Her screen dimmed, then flared white. She sat back down, breath catching in her throat. On the blog page, the entry read: “Dubbed The Devil’s Mirror due to its connection to the collapse of a demon-worshipping Sumerian civilisation over three thousand years ago…”

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************