Hostage To The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

A funny twist of fate indeed. He likes me! I smiled to myself. I went from being kidnapped to being held by the devil and somehow, the devil himself wants me to be his woman. And then his mother… The mission had somehow shifted from securing my place in his casa to remembering my purpose. ‘He likes you and you like him,’ the words replayed in my head. But did I? Who was I kidding? I sighed and collapsed back on the bed. A few minutes later, my things were brought to Esteban's.

Kim began to push his hard dick in and out of Julianne's pussy waiting for her to adjust to his. He started pounding in and out of Julianne in a hurry, the bed bucked underneath them. Julianne's moan could be heard by their next door neighbor. They both reached their climax same time as the door busted open revealing a very disheveled looking angry demon. He grabbed the man's head and hurled into the wall, Julianne struggled to cover her naked body with the blanket. She watched in horror as the intruder hurled Kim at the hard wall, Kim stood up angrily not even a hair was out of place as he grabbed Damien's neck.

He kissed me hard, desperate and passionate. "I am the Devil. And I will fight God himself if he tries to take you from me. Do you understand?" I nodded, sobbing, holding onto him as if he was my lifeline. "I understand. I am not going anywhere. I am staying with you. No matter what happens." "That is my girl," he whispered, holding me tight. "We will break the curse together. Or we will die together. But we will never be apart."

“I won’t tear apart this lovely flesh. Become my slave instead, servicing my any request, and I’ll take the vessel you suggest. I’ll even set free your surly progeny. How about it?” A devil’s bargain, dooming me to an eternity of life just as it was under my sire, with the cult of St. Christians taken to even darker new depths of corruption and depravity. “I won’t sign any pact until you’ve bound yourself to that other vessel, and I have proof that Nico is out of the state.” “I can settle for that consolation,” he concedes, toying with my hand. He opens up a line of red across my palm with his nail, pressing it to his lips in gory kiss. “so long as you do sign it.”

I almost respected that. Almost. “Objective?” Dominic asked. Vale’s eyes shifted to me. “Acquisition attempt, phase two.” “Of me,” I said. “Yes.” “Alive.” “Preferably cooperative.” I smiled faintly. “That seems unlikely.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But hope is efficient.” Observer Two stepped forward. “Council did not authorize hostile joint lock.” Vale’s expression didn’t change. “Correct.” “Then this is a breach.” “This is a demonstration.”

Only silence answered her. And in that silence, a shadow moved. From the depths of the temple rose a figure cloaked in black — eyes glowing with violet fire. “You seek the mother’s blessing,” it rasped. “But you have taken the daughter’s curse.” Rosa’s heart stuttered. “Who are you?” “I am what he tried to bury. I am what you’ve awoken.” The shadow’s hand brushed her cheek. Pain seared through her, and she screamed. Dark veins spidered along her throat, her pupils dilating until her eyes turned near-black.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.