Enri Purgatory Novels & Stories

I walk over, and sit down across from him “Why are they here?” “I reached out, got ahold of Mateo says things have gone crazy since we left. Apparently, Sarai started shutting down everything you implemented when you were Alpha, the banking system, the working for their own money, their freedoms. Squalor is the word Mateo used; squalor man. Sarai caught a couple of people trying to sneak out, to leave and she executed them on site.” “You’re shitting me?” “Nah man, your dad is just going with it too, and Mateo says they’re always in the tower, and “working on stuff” “

"My lips are sealed" "Hey, Happy New Year", I hear him say from behind us. "Asshole", Mofe cussed under her breath. C'mon Mofy if there was anyone to be scared of it wasn't Emmanuel Esenwa; he was just another bad boy wannabe. But I don't tell her that, I didn't tell her anything about whose voice I heard that night so she isn't burdened with carrying this secret with me.

Dante had mobilized every resource he had, called in every favor, threatened and bribed his way through the underworld looking for information. Nothing. It was like Luca had disappeared into thin air. For five years, Dante searched. For five years, he found nothing. The guilt ate at him, turned him into something colder and harder than he'd ever been before. He ruled his empire with brutal efficiency, but inside he was rotting away. And now Luca was here, sitting beside him, and Dante didn't know how to fix what he'd broken. The pilot's voice came through the intercom. "Mr. Salvatore, we'll be landing in Rome in twenty minutes."

"Ah, I’m guessing the Sulphur does no favors to your sore throat! Don’t worry, it will pass, and this is a short passage. Purgatory. This is the only stage where the souls create their own hell. This is for the souls that can never forgive, forget, or look past what they have done. This is where they punish themselves and relive their darkest moments or sins. It is the only place where they are their own gatekeeper. Look straight ahead. Do not interact or try to understand." Later on, I would pounder about this place, but right now, I had more than enough just existing. Moving forward, the thick haze. The feeling of being hollow and drained made my feet and body feel so heavy. Uncontrollable

he murmurs, a low, dangerous whisper that seems to pull the air from the room. My stomach tightens further. “Chosen for what?” the redhead asks lightly, her voice fragile in the cavernous hall. The hushed whispers around don't seem to reach us. The boy’s gaze shifts toward the far end of the hall, where a massive stained-glass window depicts a war scene. Humans fought something monstrous, something shadowed and unfamiliar. Creatures of myth? The details blurred as though the artist had intentionally left them indistinct, and the scene seemed alive, writhing in the colored light reflected through. He does not answer. It is as if he has not heard her at all.

"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.

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.