Diablo Novel Novels & Stories

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The environment here is perfect for her. I don't want to like Damian's club. I need to use this time to gather ideas on how to run my own club. Before Damian, my business plan was based on what not to do. That was easy because if Johnny Ford did it one way, I planned to do the exact opposite. Club El Diablo, on the other hand, has strict guidelines. Clean bills of health for the clients and a zero tolerance policy when it comes to how subs are treated. The private rooms are monitored, and the entire time I'm in the club I feel safe. At the Mediterranean that was never the case. I worked there in constant fear of the police or that someone would come unhinged and hurt members. I shiver at a m

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

I said, looking at the man. “If that were the case, then he would have had killed you. He would have had your head a very long time ago and yet here you are standing by my side. That is the thing you are fearing for her life for nothing. Diablo is a soft hearted man. He will not kill those that he counted as family.” Nikolay said, and I raised an amused eyebrow. He was being a fool if he believed that Diablo would not hesitate to kill me, but he did not want it to give me an easy death. He would want to torment me. He would want me to beg for my life. “Do you really believe that if Diablo wants someone dead, they would not be?”

Diablo said excitedly. “Diablo, you must be dreaming! I will never give you the Divine Ax!” Madam Nubia was extremely furious. The Divine Ax was the most precious treasure of the Divine Snow Mountain. It was obtained by the founder of the Divine Snow Mountain with her life so she could not let Diablo get away with this.

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And in the past few days, I finally felt that I was powerless when I was around her. No matter in the past or now, when I am bored, I always like to use novels to kill time and find resonance in novels. Shelby became busy again. She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.”

Nova’s fingers curled tighter around the journal. Later that night, the house was quiet. The kind of calm that hums with tension just beneath the surface. Nova sat cross-legged on the rug in Damian’s office, the journal now open in her lap. Pages lay scattered around her, some handwritten in English, others in rough Romanian, Damian translated. Between the faded ink and cryptic references, it read like a war map disguised as a memoir. Damian stood over a desk by the window, speaking low into a secure burner phone in Romanian. His voice was taut. Sharp.