Novel & Cerita Diavolo X Lucifer

The five of them tried to step out of the circle made of fire but couldn't, then to their surprise the ground beneath them started to slowly turn into lava. Once again, he put them in excruciating pain, silencing their screams as they started burning and sinking slowly into the lava, they were shouting and were in pain. One of the assassins frantically waved at him and with a flip of one of his hands, he carried the assassin out of the lava and watched the others. Once they were all gone, he lifted the one who he had cut into two and threw the two pieces into the lava fire. He threw the swords into the lava fire but kept one. The lava slowly closes. The assassin whom he had left dangling in

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

he chuckled It took all of 2 seconds 2 seconds for Lucian to whip his gun out and point it directly at Aedion's head. "Don't you ever. Speak like that again" he warned Aedion wasn't an idiot. He knew Lucian couldn't kill him. So he knew he could push the limits further than others could. "What? You can't blame me, you've been with her as well you must know how addictive she is" he laughed I looked at Lucian, the fire in his eyes was undeniable and I didn't know if he was going to burst or not. "Lucian" I said, it was only his name, but it was enough to make him look at me rather than him

Lucifer repeated with an impatient frown. "I have a small request Your highness," Belial said with a hint of fear in his voice. Lucifer's frown deepened and he began to understand what the other man is doing. "You came to bargain with me Belial?" Lucifer asked with anger. He thought Belial is his well-wisher and he always has Lucifer's well-being at heart. But now when Lola is poisoned, instead of saving her he is using her health to his advantage and came to bargain with Lucifer.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."

A small figure was crouched on a nearby building, pointing what I could swear was a sniper at Michael. A f*cking sniper! A f*cking sniper was on the building, and I didn't notice until he fired. So if it was actually meant to kill me, I wouldn't have known until I was f*cking dead. F*cking scary. "I am Diavolo for a reason. I am invincible." Lorenzo glowered at him as he picked up the gun and held it under his jaw. "Run home, stupid child, before you bleed to death. Go lick your wound like the dog that you are."

I hated the sound of that but I loved that she hated the sound of that too. "Gloat all you want now, girl. You won't last a day with Diavolo." Her shit eating grin soon returned to her face, "I hope you'll have the same fire after you see what Hell is." Satisfied, she walked away. I wanted to drag her back by her hair and show herself how much fire I've got but she was the least of my worries. I didn't know a lot of Italian words but I knew what Diavolo meant. My soon-to-be husband wasn't just the devil as a criminal.

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.