Diablo Books Novels & Stories

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

He inquired. Bishop Daimon nodded negatively and thoughtfully "Maybe, I don't know but if these are the only thing in the middle of the planet, then it's where the Unholy Books were sourced." He explained. Clancy looked at the bishop and back at the walls "Then, what are we going to do?" He asked again.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

DIABLO Abel was already settled in the battered armchair near the fire, like he owned the room and everything inside it. Tomorrow’s newspaper lay open in his hands, folded neatly, as if the future were something he could read and control. A glass of neat bourbon sat within easy reach, catching the firelight. The smell of smoke, old leather, and whiskey hung heavy in the air. “Good evening,” he said when I stepped inside, not even looking up at first. One finger tapped the headline. “Bank job tonight. Tell me, Diablo, that one of yours?”

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

They could flock to Krispin, the lead singer of Blood Rights, and leave me the fuck alone. Damian, the owner of Club El Diablo, an exclusive kink club in Houston, recommended the woman who would soon be joining me. She wouldn't want paparazzi attention either. I laughed when Damian told me she owned a publishing house and was a real ball-breaker. He knew my needs and thought the two of us might be a good match. Blood Rights, my band, had just returned from a world tour and I didn't have time to look for a woman who fit my parameters. I'd never been disappointed with Damian's suggestions in the past, so I trusted his judgment now.

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Kael's thoughts returned to Seraphina: the way her magic had flared, the dagger buried in the temple wall, the mark glowing on her wrist. He hadn't lied when he said the Bloodbound were dangerous. But he also hadn't told the full truth. He could feel the bond again faint, like a pulse in the back of his mind. She was still alive. Awake. And that meant trouble. The walk from the throne hall to Kael's private chambers was long, but never quiet. The corridors of Blackspire Keep whispered voices of old demons trapped in the obsidian walls, murmuring the names of those who had fallen before.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.