El Diablo Novelas e Histórias

“El Diablo's position is currently at his base, so we'll have to wait until that guy goes to visit his girlfriend at the apartment… ah shit!” Rocky cursed while pressing the digital screen a few times that was beside the steering wheel. A message just arrived and sent a notification that El Diablo would not meet his girlfriend today at the Star Light City apartment, but at a luxurious restaurant located in the heart of the city. His position in the center of the city would make it difficult for Aiden to execute him because he would be in the midst of the civilian population. “El Diablo will meet h

’’ Pablo seethed. ‘’She called herself Diabla.’’ one of the men said. Pablo stayed silent for a while as he thought about the name they had given him. Deep down, he had a feeling that he had heard that name spoken before but he couldn’t quite remember where from. It wasn’t a common name and it looked more like a title than an actual name. ‘’Did you see her face?’’ Pablo asked. ‘’That’s the funniest thing father, i didn’t see her face. She was wearing a mask all through. The only face i saw was that of her men.’’ Reed said.

He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles. “Fuck!” He screamed. The itchiness is too much. But he endeavored to continue speaking. “I knew they are good for the business. Just to inform you, El Diablo is known for providing high-class blood for our customers. Luckily, we just found not just one, but two good sources. We are going to feast on them.” As he spoke, the his skin separating from his muscles greatly disturbs Alpha Lachlan and his Beta. To their eyes, Angelo looks like he just risen from his grave.

In that moment, he could almost feel her pain, a deep longing to understand and alleviate it filling every fiber of his being. The memories of Li-lah's tears and moments of anguish flooded Diego's mind, each one etching a mark on his soul. He recalled vividly the instances where her vibrant smile had been replaced by a facade of strength, concealing her turmoil from the world. Those moments when she had sought solace in solitude, silently battling her own demons. Diego's empathy for Li-lah swelled within him, a deep-rooted desire to offer her comfort and support. He reflected on the countless instances he had seen her battle her own battles silently, her struggles hidden behind a facade of s

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"

Diablo's body grazed the ground, his clothes charring against the ground as Senna swerved. Not even his screams stopped Senna as he was ready to maim him to death. He kept kicking his gas and increasing his speed, and soon, the grounds were filled with blood. Diablo screamed till he was too weak to, and Senna's men cheered and chanted his name aloud. He used rage and anger. The desolation Diablo had brought to his family years ago, the people he had manipulated and used. The innocent people he had killed, and he didn't stop until thirty minutes later. Diablo was dead when he stepped out of the car, and Senna's men rushed towards him, standing over Diablo's dead body as he kicked him to the s

Not for myself. “You’re asking me to accept something I don’t understand, something that feels alien to me,” I said, turning my gaze away from Ramiras. “I don’t know who I am anymore.” “But you must understand that you were chosen for a reason,” Ramiras urged. “You’re descended from a long line of powerful guardians, and even if you don’t believe it, you are meant to help save the world.” I shook my head. “I am El Diablo de Spania (The devil of spain). The evil Mafia Don. The man who kills and whose past is tainted with the blood of my enemies. How can I be this saviour?”

DIABLO He laughs, sharp and easy. “You forget who I am. Lust has control of you. Learn to get a grip.” A finger lifts, pointing straight at me. “Bring me the vial or your DNA turns up on those Rossi Cartel bodies. Maybe a few more corpses too. Kids. Babies. Maybe a stray puppy beaten to death. Maybe I leak the evidence I built on your whole operation. You go down and I tell the Rossi Cartel where you are being held. You would not last six minutes, Diablo.”

he asked calmly without taking his gaze off the water. “I’m here to offer guidance,” the voice replied calmly. “I do not take advice from pussies,” Rico said calmly, gently turning his glass of whisky. “But this pussy knows a lot more than you could ever know,” the man chuckled, stepping away from the doorway. This unwelcome visitor walked towards Rico. Stopping at his table, he dragged out a seat for himself. “I did not give you an invitation to sit with me,” Rico said curtly. “Diablo has a weakness and it's been planted in his house.”