Eddie Eugene Clark El Diablo Novels & Stories

dad said, looking at Alpha Sebastian who smiled at him. “A pleasure to meet you, Alpha Alessandro” he said, nodding at him “Alpha Sebastian. I was initially searching for Eva D’Angelo, Beta Nicolas’s mate. Madam Clara, the woman who has taken care of her since she was a child recognized a picture of her with Alpha Dante…” “Hold on, hold on, what?” Dad asked, frowning in confusion.

I said, and he scoffed. “Sweetheart, I am not you, I don’t run away from my enemies.” He said, making me frown. “I am fighting him back, only I am going to do it in a dirtier way than he would like to be in. Diablo thinks that he is a know it all, and so does Myla. Elton is depending on Myla for information, but the woman doesn’t seem to realize that. I am going to take advantage of that and I am going to get what I want, nice and fucking slow. Sometimes even the worst of wars don’t need to end with blood.”

OF ALLIES, FLINGS & ENEMIES ~STEPHAN All my life, I've had a myriad of feelings ranging from fear to despair to grief to hopelessness, and rage. I had it rough growing up. Even though I was born into luxury, I had to fight for everything, even my life. Thaddeus "El Diabolo" Delmundo was many things. A strategist, a murderer, a warrior, a thief, a cheat, and a liar. He had no interest in being a father and he made that very clear.

Impatient to devour the flesh of his victims. Having their screeching screams and pleas fill his ears, it was always melodious to his ears. He loved when his victims please for their life, like it depended on him. Which it did at that point. But no matter the pleas, he never forgives. If he was nice with them, he would let them chose how he would kill them. But forgiveness was never in his chronicle, thus his name...El diablo. But first, he would exercise a little patience and wait for his men to give the feedback he asked for. Then he would hunt down his victims by himself and collects back what was stolen from him.

Opening his eyes, he was surprised to find some of his men on the ground and some just stood with their guns pointed and waiting for him to order. “I want a clear passage otherwise I will blow his brains out,” El Diablo said, “trust me.” The men looked at their boss but he only smiled and before anything could be said, he reached for his gun in the blink of an eye and aimed it at the man behind him and fired.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

"Like a cat behind milk." "Are you going so fast, Mr. Dominelli?" "He's the military guy from a little while ago." “Did you know? She turns to him and confronts him. His eyes sparkle with anger. "There is a cat locked up there." Clark, don't fuck with me. "I know since yesterday." Clark must be bothered by his eyes, face, and entire body thanks to the anger Santiago brings. Not knowing what the hell it's about, I even lie to my own mother.

(Yeah, it feels like suicide, but he helped me when I was in need, so if there is even a single percent chance that he is in need of help, then I am surely going there. I walked a few meters inside the woods. I saw the back of Diego, but he wasn't wearing his shirt anymore, and there was blood on his torso. I gasped and walked towards him. "Oh my god, Diego, are you alright?" I ran towards him and turned him towards me. There were animal claw-like marks on his abs and chest. "God, you are badly hurt," I said, but to my surprise, the wounds that were in front of my eyes a second ago started to heal themselves automatically. I widened my eyes and raised my head to look into his eyes. I fell on

A long, bloodstained katana glistened in his hand, crimson dripping steadily from its edge. The mask over his face obscured everything...except for the eyes. Crazed, darkened with bloodlust. I knew those eyes. Even with the mask, I knew. My knees hit the floor before my mind could catch up, and I cast my gaze downward in reverence and fear. "All-Father Diablo," I whispered. Vargo followed suit, falling beside me in stunned silence. El Diablo was here.