Frases De La Diabla Novels & Stories

DIABLO He laughs, sharp and easy. “You forget who I am. Lust has control of you. Learn to get a grip.” A finger lifts, pointing straight at me. “Bring me the vial or your DNA turns up on those Rossi Cartel bodies. Maybe a few more corpses too. Kids. Babies. Maybe a stray puppy beaten to death. Maybe I leak the evidence I built on your whole operation. You go down and I tell the Rossi Cartel where you are being held. You would not last six minutes, Diablo.”

“El Diablo se está muriendo por una bruja como tú.” Emilia’s stomach twisted. “What… what did you say?” Rosa leaned in, her words laced with venom. “The devil is dying for a witch like you. That’s what I said. He was cold, smart. Untouchable. Now he runs into fire for you. It’s destruction.” Emilia’s throat went dry. Rosa stepped back and clutched the basket to her chest. “Reza para que regrese vivo.” Her eyes narrowed. “O deberías tener mucho miedo.”

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

And without turning around, she spoke—her voice low and deadly: “You made me, yes. But don’t forget...” She slowly turned her head, locking eyes with him one last time. “Ci vuole un diavolo più grande per scacciare un altro diavolo. E io sarò il tuo peggior incubo.” (It takes a bigger devil to drive out another devil. And I will be your worst nightmare.) Then she walked out. And this time, she didn’t look back.

My eyes widened when i saw one of the men in black suits pointing a gun at the lady's forehead. Are they really going to kill her? I can't led that happen. I only have months to live but I could save this lady's life but how? . These men, especially Cesare Ferrari, were dangerous and a little mistake could end both I and the person I wanted to save. "saluta il diavolo quando arrivi" ( Say hello to the devil when you get there) . His lips stretched in a wicked smirk and the man holding the gun readied his hand to pull the trigger.

But he’s a man I’ve known since I was old enough to remember. My father was a cold hearted man to me and my mother. He was an abusing, sadistic, mind fucked man who hated Alessandro just as much as he loved and respected him. The man looking back at me is the man he wanted me to become. I will take back what should me mine and mark my fucking words… Diabla will die.

"Raphael!" *** "Fuck you!" Diana said pissed, and spit out the blood from her mouth that she got after IIsabela slapped her. She glared at her. If looks could kill, Isabella would be dead by now. "AHA~" Isabella smirked at Diana like she has been enjoying this. "Looks like Raphy found himself a lightweight," "Just you wait!" Diana gritted my teeth, "If I came out of her, you would wish you were dead!"she shouted at her. It seems that she was so gracious in front of others but she is this evil bitch!

What the hell was that about rico yelled Do you want to disgrace me ? Can’t you show some respect to yourself, you want to. Sleep with him right?? He yelled I looked towards him with tears rolling down my eyes. I am not like you ok,I don’t sleep with random people I see on the road and there was absolute nothing I could do .He keeps coming closer even when o don’t want him to. You should talk to him yourself and stop yelling at me at the slightest provocation “

1st man said on which 2nd man who was sitting calmly, becomes shocked, and while getting up from his chair said, “Che Diavolo? Come Diavolo sta con il re? E perché non-ho mai Saputo di questa cosa? (What the hell? How in hell, she is with the King? And why I never got to know about this thing?)” 2nd man said on which 1st man said,

Marcini’s tan bled to ash, Giovanni’s glass slipped and shattered, Dante’s hand went for the gun under his jacket—then froze when Matteo stepped out from behind me, his hands already on his gun. I smiled the smile that made grown men piss themselves. Marcini recovered first. “Enzo… Cristo santo…” I closed the distance, pulled him into a hug that looked brotherly and felt like a threat at the same time. Over his shoulder I whispered, “Surprised to see me, brother? Sono tornado, Marcini. Non si uccide il Diavolo. Il Diavolo non resta morto.” Translation: I’m back, Marcini. You can’t kill the devil. The devil doesn’t stay dead.