El Diablo Prisoner Novels & Stories

Sebastian POV The border on the tablet screen was flashing like a warning light. It was shining against the wood of the boardroom table, making the message look really scary. FACILITY COMPROMISED. PRISONER ESCAPE IN PROGRESS. TARGET DETAILEE DEVEREUX ACCOUNTED FOR MISSING. Elliot stared at the screen, his face turning completely white. Before I could grab him, he backed away, shook his head, and bolted out the boardroom doors to get to his team.

"But he'll cooperate as long as we mention your name. Looks like the truth of that night three years ago has been eating him alive." I turned and looked at the other women in the room. This wasn't some heavily armed fortress. It was a safe house, protected by Omertà. Petra was sorting through encrypted hard drives. A former intelligence clerk, she went to prison taking the fall for her boss. Now, she was skillfully piecing together the fragmented evidence Leo had provided. Quinn's fingers flew across her keyboard, monitoring online chatter. She was a genius of the dark web, our eyes and ears.

I rested a hand on the handle. "I'm not interested in answers you've memorized." Without another word, I stepped outside. The guard closed the steel door behind me. Damian looked at me. "That's it?" "For now." "You got nothing." "I got exactly what I wanted." He raised an eyebrow. "He never denied Ghost Rider." I started walking toward the second holding room. "He corrected nothing I said." "You noticed all that?" "I noticed everything." The second prisoner looked younger. Maybe twenty-five. His nose had been broken during the capture.

“No, sir.” “Yes, sir.” For the past few years that Estrella had worked for Mr. El Diablo, those were the only two sentences she had ever used while speaking to him. Their relationship had been strictly professional. He was the master of the house and she was a simple maid Estrella had the weird sense that everything was about to change as she watched a very drunk Mr. El Diablo stumble into the house and almost land on his face. She immediately abandoned the inventory she was taking and rushed to him.

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?”

I ended my relationship with that loser Gabriel and started scheming to make Miguel mine. I needed to eliminate Kiera entirely. Even though Mom despised her, I knew she would never approve of my plans, so I took things into my own hands. After stumbling upon Papa's list of creditors, I held on to it, and I realized I had to reach out to the most dreadful of them all—El Diablo. My research revealed he had a talent for luring young girls, and using them for his twisted games. With Caleb’s help, I tipped El Diablo off about Papa’s location and waited for things to unfold. “Urgh,” Miguel groaned from the bathroom, and I immediately flattened myself against the mattress, eyes squeezed shut, prete

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.

' Lao thought. 'Just remember that we all went to Hell for our own reasons Elijah.' Sabu gave a sideways glance to Elijah. "I was a level three prisoner in Hell. I had a sentence of one hundred years." 'Wait. He can't be a...' Elijah's grip tightened around his mug. "I was..." Heinrich took another breath. "A former nazi." "EXCUSE ME!" Elijah stood up, spilling most of his drink. Elijah looked at Lucifer with pure anger.

Kaiser would rather be f*cking Erica than me, and the truth hurt. “Mrs. Lee, Madame, we are all prisoners, aren’t we?” She smiled intelligently. “We are imprisoned by our own greed and desires, and we all have a reason for coming here.” I had wanted to retort that I wasn’t here of my own will, but I decided she didn’t need to know. I thought for a few seconds. The girl looked smart and resourceful. If she could get me out, then maybe I owed her one. But, it wouldn’t be easy to escape Lenard’s imprisonment, so I had to take my chances with her. I barely knew her and so, I prayed hard that she wouldn’t double-cross me.

Gabriel knelt beside him, whispering, “We need to move. The prison shifts its watch every three hours—we have a small window before the next patrol.” Diego nodded. “Where are the prisoners being held?” Gabriel pulled out a rough sketch of the prison’s layout, which he’d memorized before they left. He tapped a spot near the eastern wing. “Interrogation cells. High-security captives would be kept there.” Diego clenched his jaw. “Then that’s where we go.” But just as he moved toward the doorway, Erika grabbed his arm. “Wait.” He turned, meeting her sharp gaze. “What?”