Enri Purgatory Novels & Stories

"Whoever slipped it to her. Must've given her too much. It was only meant to render her unconscious. At least that's how the spell feels to me. It's like whoever did this needed her unconscious long enough to accomplish whatever plans they had for her. I'm gonna assume they were trying to kidnap her. That being said; you've all heard of Purgatory. Right?" Once we nod Waylon continues on. "Mortals believe it's where they go after death to serve their penance so that they may get into Heaven or eventually sent to Hell. When actually, Purgatory, is a place used to trap a soul while killing off the body in this realm. It plays tricks on the mind. It's a very hard spell to cast, but there are a f

He wasn't just licking; he was mining for every drop of my arousal, his tongue swirling around my clit with a precision that felt like he was playing a symphony on my nerves. "You're absolutely overflowing for me, aren't you?" he murmured against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "So eager to be ruined by your future daddy while your mother dreams of her wedding night. You're a little slut for the groom, Phoebe."

his upper lip shook as he snarled, angry with himself. I wanted to ask what he saw...what he craved? Blood? Flesh? Soul? What...what possibly Ragnar could yearn for that made him feel guilty...so much that he live his life like a priest, devoted himself to human god...live his life in celibacy. I wanted to ask, but I knew better. Ragnar is never going to tell us the truth. He never did.

Luca barely spoke, but he stayed close, sketching faces and flames in his little notebook. Matteo tended to his wound like it was nothing, but I caught the wince whenever he moved his arm. And Nikolai? He only left the room to stand under the broken sky, staring into the distance as if waiting for something. Then came the envelope. No postage. No courier. Just a plain white slip slid under our door. It had one word: "Purgatorio." Matteo and I recognized it right away. "Elena’s favorite book," he whispered. We rummaged through her old things until we found it—her worn copy of The Divine Comedy.

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I lowered my head and looked at the receipt in my hand, smiling lightly, though there was a faint ache in my chest. “Forget it, Vincenzo. If you don’t like me, there are plenty of people who will.” That night, I asked a group of close friends out to the underground casino, Purgatory. The air inside Purgatory was always mixed with the smoked scent of cigars, the sharp clatter of chips colliding, and the low whispers of mafia men negotiating deals. The dark-patterned mirror behind the bar was a disguise. Push it open, and it led straight to the family clinic through a hidden door. This was the heart of the Corleone family’s filth and corruption.

And what a horrible end I met. My heart bangs one last rib splitting time sending a lightning bolt of pain through my body effectively ending my tortured life. Last thought…................................. ..........................................................Goodbye Jace…................. . . . 📀Disk 2 Sub Theme : A New Vamp Emerges . . Marcos Pov