Devourer Of Men Audiobook 소설 & 이야기

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

He brows cocked as he prowled menacingly towards me, darkness surged behind his face. It took every ounce of strength in me not to step backwards. “Tell your papa to pay back the money he owes the Bratva. All else….” I parted my lips, my eyes blinking rapidly as I cut into his words. “Or else?” He chuckled. One devoid of any empathy, emotions or whatsoever. It was the most soulless chuckle I have ever heard my whole life. “His head would be the first thing you would wake up to see in a week's time.”

And smiled. A horrible, intelligent smile. The chamber fell silent. Because in that moment, everyone understood something terrifying. The Devourer wasn't a beast. It had been listening. Watching. Learning. The entire time. And then it spoke. Its voice echoed through the First Path like a nightmare finally given words. "At last." Althea's blood ran cold. Because monsters weren't supposed to talk. The Devourer's smile widened. And it spoke her name. "Althea."

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, she knew, with a terrifying certainty, that she was irrevocably, dangerously, entangled. The scent of "Rebecca", crushed beneath the weight of Lorenzo’s possessive kiss, filled the air, a final, fragrant gasp before everything splintered. Her mind screamed, a frantic, unheard echo against the thunder of his lips, the bruising press of his body. He tasted of whiskey and danger, a potent cocktail that ignited a treacherous flicker deep within her. Her hands, still clenched, uselessly opened and closed at her sides, the trophy a forgotten casualty on the polished floor. His tongue, a brazen invader, sw

"What—my mom's not around, so you're done pretending to be nice?" He let out a smug snort, then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Everything that belongs to you, I'm going to take it all. Mom. The company. The assets. Even your woman." He burst into loud, manic laughter, shoved Sophie into the car, and sped off into the night. … I took my dad to a small restaurant we used to frequent and ordered a bottle of liquor. "Dad," I asked, "how can you tolerate them like this?"

He was unwillingly having lunch in don Alessandro’s dining hall with the people he didn’t like seeing frequently; His father and Elsa. This year, he’d seen Alessandro more than he saw his dad and he preferred it that way. It was surprising when he arrived the place only to find his father present. And unwilling, they had to eat lunch together. Elsa took from her gizzard and passed to him. “I heard you like it a lot.” She said with a smile on her face. For some reason, Axel felt disgusted, but he covered it up with a light smile. “I do.” He noticed how Elsa wanted to say something, but stopped immediately someone entered the room holding a black envelope.

the man asked, confused. “Oh, I guess I should let you know,” Lucien said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “That chopper is the final scene, it’s going to burn everything down even your legacies, and before this day ends, you’ll be nothing but a memory. You were no longer the Mafia king. I am.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against the man’s ear. But his words brought a menacing chill, the man’s eyes widened, and his veins caught in fear.

I slam my door shut and finally release a breath. I read through Isabella’s file again, going through her weak points, her strengths and everything possible to know about her. I have read through it a million times but every time I still find myself going back to it like it's muscle memory. I sip my drink, reading Leonardo’s file too, trying to understand what letters he was talking about but nothing aside from the fact that he is a sexual predator making me bite back my anger.