Hans Lee Devils Line นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a bright swirling mass that was hard to see through, but so close, the hunters could make out a figure, hanging in the center like a puppet by the strings. Sam was the first to recognize the figure. "Oh my God . . . Win!" He looked back at the devil and pointed the weapon at him. "Release him! Now!" Adom sneered at the threatening gesture. Win had never acted this way—so childish and demanding—even in the beginning. He hooked his fingers into the air and Sam was lifted, his hands clawing uselessly at his throat as the Devil slowly strangled him.

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

A chuckle. "A simple deal. Your loyalty. Your silence. And your willingness to cross lines." "What lines?" "The kind you’ve already been thinking about." Silence hung. I knew I should’ve hung up. But I didn’t. The devil was already whispering, and a part of me was listening. "Where do we start?" I asked. "Atta boy," the voice purred. "We start with a fire. One she’ll never forget." Click. I stared at the screen, my breath heavy, chest pounding. I had no idea what I’d just agreed to.

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.