Novel & Cerita Diavolo Requiem

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

I kneel at the center of the small altar that Jared built while the others surround me. “Selene, we offer you an incest of thanksgiving first for building one of our own like how you built the Blood pack. But we offer prayers of petition to summon the inner wolf of our own. Without it, the feeling of not being whole hunts one and that is not a good thing for your own. Please, accept our prayers.” Jared speaks and pours the oil jar on the floor and then on my forehead. The moisture drips down to my face and on my lips. At first , there is a dead silence and my heart sinks. The idea of going through this hell and not finding my wolf cringes me and my eyes brim in tears that are ready to be she

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

Please if you want your girl, said him to keep quite", said the nurse by turning to Sophia. Sophia just looked to lsaac's face with her eyes which were surrounded by blackened eyelids due to insomnia. Isaac who was controlled himself gave a gentle pat on gloomy Sandy's shoulder by conveying him to keep silence and to fill his mind with peace. "lf your reformation succeed you will re-enter the cycle of rebirth and regain the right to be reborn", said the PA into the soul without taking her eyes from the Heaven who was lying in bed with waiting the death..

(Legion POV) I decide to meet Davian at the Flame dinner on 58th and 9th avenue in Manhattan. It’s not too far from Levi live but still a good distance for me to travel. I heard a lot of good things about this place from friends, like them having pretty good food. I get there to see that he was already there and pretty much has been here for a while waiting for me. He sat at a table close to the door, with his food already on the table. He wore a plain black button up shirt, and black rip jeans. His long dirty blonde hair was tied back to reveal that he had some ear buds in. Wearing dark sunglasses as he stares into his phone making everyone around him think he’s not paying attention to what

“There you have it Gelyn. At last we understand each other. I recall how you ignored me, treated me with disrespect, when Atomas was alive. I swore I would have my way with you. I swore the day would come when you would be on your knees begging for mercy. I cherished the thought of you on your knees before me but I think I would rather see you on your knees before the people of Kyrshom while they do to you as they see fit. And Arnson? Well he is simply a victim of circumstance although I believe his fate will be worse than yours given his heritage.” “You are nothing but the devil. I pray you will burn in all the hells when you die and that there shall be no end to your cleansing. You will ne

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

The female employees have lacy black bras beneath the shirts and skintight leather skirts. A woman is lying face down on top of the bar and whenever a Dom sitting nearby places an order, they deliver a hard slap to her naked behind. Her shoulders are shaking and a small sob escapes her with each blow. Bad sub. The scenes may be similar to what happens at the Mediterranean Club but there's no comparison when it comes to the wealth and class of Club El Diablo. I'm startled when a warm hand lands on my arm. Turning, I barely manage to breathe. Damian's chest is bare and smooth. His six-pack melts into leather pants that look painted on. They disappear into black leather boots that stop just bel

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an