El Diablo Prisoner 소설 & 이야기

My footsteps echoed quietly against the damp stone floor of the dungeon. I stopped a few feet from the prisoners, watching them struggle to stay conscious as they breathed through blood-stained mouths. “Ready to speak?” I asked, my voice low enough to fill the room. The first prisoner slowly lifted his head. One eye was swollen shut. The other wasn’t far from meeting the same fate. “Arde en... el infierno,” 'Burn in... hell,' he muttered before spitting at my boot. My eyes dropped to the saliva on the polished leather. Then I slowly looked back at him. A grin spread across my face.

“Your inability to distinguish right from wrong is itself a form of irresponsibility toward patients. “Who’s to say you won’t be the next Tawnie Lowe?” Three years later, I had become a renowned expert in the field. Meanwhile, Tawnie made headlines again. She was dead. She died that very night she was released from prison, stabbed to death by Matthew’s family. He had been the only university graduate in his family. Yet, fresh out of school and just starting his internship, he was sent behind bars. His family was consumed by hatred for Tawnie for ruining their precious son.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

"What would be the difference between a new life and this one? Right now, I'm living like a prisoner. If we run, I will always be looking over my shoulder. I'll never be free from him. Never" "Then let's kill him. That way you'll never have to look over your shoulder again. " "Because it's that easy, right?" "I snuck in here, didn't I?" "I appreciate the thought, Damiano, but Padre isn't De Luca. If he finds you in his house, you'll be dead. Plain and simple" "I'm not scared of that monster!" **************************************************

“I haven't seen anyone here in such a long time. Stay. Old Ozakh has a lot to tell you. And I stayed because I was alone too. The prisoner turned out to be a delonh, his hands were chained to the wall, but, despite this, the cell door was locked with three reliable locks. He did not tell me what he was guilty of, he did not tell me why he was doomed to such an existence. He could not die, the Delonchi had already crossed the line of their lives long ago, but left without food, he weakened so much that he could no longer move and could only speak with difficulty. He talked non-stop when I came to him. He was waiting for me, waiting all the time.

Sterling wondered out loud. Leonardo nodded his head, he didn’t know why they gave a different name but there were no secrets between him and Sterling, “Aldridge found him in a prison cell in the west well in the lower dungeons. He was in there for manslaughter which turns out to be a great service for the kingdom. Aldridge said when he saw Shawn in the cell, it was his eyes that captivated him and his body too. Shawn wasn’t happy with being with him but he compromised and you should just see the way Shawn looks at Aldridge and the smile he always hides away.” Sterling looked at him with a frown and asked, “Are you done daydreaming about another man?”

The Margrave slowly shook his head, his eyes focused on the accounts written for the Voulir. He only wants one prey. "Please…please! I-I already gave you the ledger! You promised!" Lilia smirked at the assassin begging at the Margrave feet, his face exposed as his fellow comrades were laid behind him, lifeless. "Promised? We didn't promise anything." The Margrave was silent as he raises his sword; the assassin's face saw his own as it slowly descended, blood splattered on the ground and on the Margrave's shoes.

he finished for him. Cormack nodded gratefully. “The situation is doubly difficult. However, it does help that the duke is popular among our people—for a Xeus alpha.” He looked at Devlin. “Your reputation is beyond reproach, Your Grace. You’ve performed very well as National Security Adviser, so well that even your strongest critics have admitted so. We managed to contain the unfortunate incident at the Opal House, so there is nothing your detractors can use against you—” “That’s not necessarily true,” Devlin said. “Whoever held me captive—whoever experimented on me—might know my identity and might have something to use against me.” Like the fact that I bonded to someone, possibly against th

I can still remember the day he told me that from now on my name would be called Tiberio, and since that day, even though my old name still whispers, I became Tiberio in the De Luca family. I was his weapon, shadow, and monster he could use to his pleasure. Even though I hadn't stood beside him for the past eight years, I had never been gone. I watched from a distance and followed his movements. I even started listening to rumors, and whenever someone became a threat to Damien or Primo, they disappeared. He and Primo never knew either, or I assumed he didn't. I didn't need recognition; keeping him alive was enough. So when his name flashed on my phone, I stared at it for a few seconds. The g

Dante was yet to say a word throughout the whole conversation, and the quieter he was, the more frightened I became “they gave him the choice, to die, there and now, or for him to leave me and never approach again. Of course, the bastard chose his life, and Giovanni had his men strip him of his pants, cutting cock off…” “I still remember him telling him that this would be a reminder of never to think with his cock again, especially since he no longer had it” I said, turning to look at Dante “he gave me a choice after that, and it was to pay my debt by working and paying him a million dollars in two years, and I wasn’t stupid as not to know that it was impossible. The second, it was to work f