Novel & Cerita El Diablo Sabe Más Por Viejo

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.

The old man smirked and even though it was just two people throwing words at each other lightly I could feel the heat between them and when I glanced at Damian I noticed his clenched fist under the table. Why does it feel like there was more to it that meets the eye.. I stared back and forth between the two men but they just kept glaring daggers at each other.. “Don't test my patience, old man…” Damian suddenly stood up and was ready to leave… “Let's go, Samantha..” he coldly said and was already walking towards the door when The old man said something.. “I'm sure you don't wanna end up like your Yakuza parents..” General Delian Smirked Mockingly expecting a reaction from Damian but what he

he proclaimed, his voice laden with malice. My gaze hardened, my eyes narrowing as I locked onto his. "How did you come back?" I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of anger and determination. A wicked smile crept across Diego's face as he savoured the power of his secret. "You will never know that," he taunted, his words laced with an unfathomable darkness. "You think you can take everything from me and I will just sit still? I am not one to be defeated so easily."

Diana Elder Thomas’s frail body shakes like a leaf in a storm, his milky eyes wide with desperation. "This—this is a mistake," he stammers, voice cracking. "I would never betray our kind. Never!" His gnarled hands clutch at his chest, fingers trembling. "Your Command did work on me. I’m just—just old. My mind isn’t as sharp. My body isn’t as quick. That’s all!" A tear slips down his wrinkled cheek, glistening in the torchlight.

"I'm not seeing anything you know." "Really? But I can see it clearly. Even those windows and the polished pale curtain and the portrait on the wall. It wasn't there earlier, right?" Damian added and surveyed the place. It felt to him like it was a different cottage. He felt like watching a different chamber. Diana glanced at him in astonishment. Must he still be dreaming? Or was he watching someone else's memory? He did confess that he had an odd ability. And the Elder tells him about being a Dream dweller. "I can't see anything Damian," Diana added and watched the boy carefully this time. "...Tell me more. What you see must be a clue or you are in someone else's dream or…"

, I scolded her when I got a hold of her right hand. "I'm no baby Thea ", she protested. "Though, you are over fifty so", I pointed out and she smacked me. I giggled at her silliness as I helped her down. She always hated the fact that she's getting old and won't be able to do all the things young people do. But if you ask me she most definitely looks younger than her age. When we were finally on the ground floor I noticed that Dante had moved and was now in a heated conversation with Diablo. Whatever they are talking about seems serious.

He looked at his reflection in the windshield and muttered, “Maybe we’re all rats in the same trap.” The phone in his pocket buzzed once. No name. No number. Just a message: DELGADO KNOWS. HE IS MOVING TONIGHT. Ramirez’s eyes sharpened. He started the car. Outside the diner, Eli Barker watched the taillights fade and whispered into the rain, “God forgive me… I think I just handed the devil my soul.”

"It all started with us and it should end with us." "How are you going to do it? Diego despises you to the core. He'll flare up, and things will get worse. Seeing you've broken the promise of never showing up before him, he'll hate you even more. Diego doesn't want to have anything to do with the family anymore. He only listens to Old Mavis, and his dark side is far beyond what you think. I've seen the devil in your son several times, and trust me, the Diego you knew nine years ago is completely different."

Diana muttered after that you're just a fucking idiot who can't do anything but use his hand and his loud annoying voice that I really hate you. The old man said to him, trying to provoke her: I don't think so at all, I can still see your eyes shining when you see him in front of you, you lying girl. Diana gave her a look of irony, then smiled coldly and said to her indifferently: I don't care what you think, you stupid old man. ______ Adrian arrived at the hidden place and there were Sebastian, Johnny and Martin. They understood the guards responsible for investigating this place. Adrian looked at them and said to them with all the questions: Tell me did you find anything strange in this pl

APRIL “How did you know who that was?” I ask, still clutching my phone. “You had your volume up too high,” Diablo replies, his voice low and steady. “I could hear him clearly. I know that voice anywhere. He’s the only cop I haven’t been able to buy, because the other families got to him first.” I blink. “If you heard him, then you already know what he wanted.” “He wanted to know if you saw Diablo Romano at the bar last night,” he says, pointing at his own chest. “You didn’t. And I wasn’t there.”