Doom At Your Service Novels & Stories

It's like all of my insides wanted to leave my body through my mouth. "Doom, stop!" I shouted several times, but Doom was not listening; he continued shaking, flailing, and rocking the cloud couch. He wore a wide grin, savoring my misery. "If you won't stop this—" "Then what?" Doom continued to flail the entire cloud. "—I will kiss you,"

They convince others to lead a good life, to be a kind person so the blessings would come their way, but they also know damn well that they are all sinners, hopeless romantic sinners and undeserving of anything. He threw the cigarette’s butt to the ground as he faced the priest, who is looking at the full moon. “Or, you can have the tea in my office. It would be a great honor to have you down there” Lucas answered and once again gave a smile to the priest and headed back to his home, six feet underground. July 19th, Domus Malum is closed. Lucas prepared himself to go out to have some fun, and when the devils are out for some fun, this fun means suffering for humans.

He made it just in time, so my legs were spared. "Perfect timing! The adulterer finally shows up. How dare you trick Selena? I'll end you!" David rolled up his sleeves and charged forward, only to freeze when he saw Charlie's face. "M-Mr. Dawn? How could it be you?"

... The app's icon was stark: a black square with a blood-red hourglass, twisted and ominous. I tapped it, and the screen filled with a chilling black-and-red interface, radiating menace. Riccardo stared, his pupils shrinking. At the top, a countdown pulsed: 69 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 42 seconds. Targets of Misfortune Transfer was the head. Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover...

“Alpha Doom requests your presence. Conference hall. Now.” Mira raises a brow. “He didn’t say please.” “He never does,” I say, already standing. “Let’s go.” --- The hall is empty except for Doom, standing near a long table scattered with maps and files. Sunlight pours through the high windows, painting his black coat in streaks of white and gold. He looks up when I enter, nodding once. “You handled yourself well last night,” he says, his voice low, even. “Most would’ve lost control.”

I smirked and pushed him away and wiped my lips which caused him to frown even more. "Rest well, bae," I said, then slowly he lost his consciousness. I whistled as I saw him lying on the cold floor. "Looks like you can't even go to your girl now," I said and shook my head. I think, I need to thank Sophia for her lipstick. AS ordered by Aycxe we met at the compound of the mansion of Matthew Laqueza, a mafia lord and member of the Ktinódis syndicate. "Put this on each wall," I ordered Shiela and gave the two pieces of bombs.

Jessica has already been through enough, and I wouldn't want her to have to deal with any avoidable circumstances with Novela. “Come on Gray, let's go pay Doom a visit.” I spoke with a sharp voice. Gray nodded as we both stood up and left the Novela office, heading straight to see Doom at a restaurant where he usually goes to get his food. We arrived and walked into the place only to see Doom seated with the table already filled with different dishes as he stared at us with a light smile on his face and waved for us to come meet him . I sat down together with Gray and looked around to see if Doom had his men hidden around or would try to do anything funny while he wasn't aware.

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

Danilo, who was just about to head up after going downstairs, bumped right into a zombie and immediately let out an ear-piercing scream. There was then the sound of liquid splattering and bones shattering. Lasagna trembled violently in my arms. I buried her head into my chest, covering her ears. However, the sounds could still be heard. "Damn it!" Someone cursed outside the door. It was Paolo. "Boss! What should we do?" "Shut up!" Marco's voice was still low and suppressed, but this time, I could hear the trembling in his voice. Quinto didn't say a word, and neither did Valerio.

The breaking had somehow strengthened him. “We keep moving,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. “For them. For everyone we lost.” Serena nodded, helping him to his feet. Damien stood beside them, the three now standing shoulder to shoulder. As they headed deeper into the athletic center toward the service tunnel, the bond between them had deepened into something undeniable — forged in blood, grief, and unbreakable loyalty. But the virus was evolving. And the worst was still waiting below. The moment they entered the service tunnel, the ground shook violently. Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of livi