Katee Robert Azazel Book Novels & Stories

“Miss Rose!” Karen rushed towards Rose but was careful in her steps as she eyed the greasy content on the floor with cautioned eyes. Azazel with both his hands tucked in both sides of his jeans' pockets continued his laughter from the sides leaning against a pillar. “It never gets old with you Rosy. Always so oblivious to what's happening around you.” His words only ticked off Rose all the more.

“What did you find?” Azazel gestures for everyone to take a seat across the conference table’s smooth surface and lays out several photocopies on top of the table. He waves for me to settle the book on the table, which I promptly do. Michael looks at the book. “In Libro Regum,” he mutters. “The Book of Kings.”

He shoved them into his pockets as he left the library, his head tilted down, refusing to look back even once. His heartbeat wouldn’t calm down. By the time he reached his room, Jaelen was still asleep and turned toward the wall. His steady breathing filled the space. Azxel shut the door quietly and leaned against it for a long moment. His heart still raced, and his chest felt tight. He hated feeling like something had crawled under his skin but he felt it. He couldn't help but become intrigued by who can get under his skin. He kicked off his shoes and sank onto his bed, burying his face in his hands. The image of that stranger’s eyes hunted him because they were pretty.

“Please, Aziza. Just leave. You have taken enough already.” “I haven’t taken anything that wasn’t given.” “You have taken my husband. You have taken my baby. You have taken my rooms. My rooms are directly across from yours, and I can hear you sometimes through the wall and I-”. She pressed her fingers to her mouth and dropped her hand. “You don’t know what you’re walking into. You have no pack behind you, no history, no name anyone can trace. He’ll use you until you’re no use to him, and then I will still be here.”

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

My body dissolved into drifting silver light. "Lyla! My daughter!" my father cried, reaching desperately forward. The light slipped through his fingers. Caleb lunged toward it, grasping at empty air. Nothing remained. Only a necklace fell from the ashes with a soft clatter against the stone. The string of beast fangs lay exposed on the pale altar, looking rough and out of place. My father kneeled and reached toward it. The moment his fingers touched the necklace, he jerked his hand back as if burned.

He tilts his head, studying Azren. "...You're not on your medication." Azren stiffens beside me. I suck in a breath. Kaziel leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, his expression turning faintly amused. "I'd recognize that particular brand of chaos anywhere," he adds lightly. "You're vibrating." Azren scoffs. "I always vibrate." "No," Kaziel says, his lips twitching. "When you're on your meds, you brood quietly and pretend you're a statue. This?" His eyes dart to the faint tension in Azren's shoulders. "This is you raw and unfiltered.”

But without Caleb by my side, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to go on. I feel so confused. I don’t know what to do next. Please, God, help me…. * As the sun rose in a huge ball over the horizon, Caitlin ran through the streets of New York. It was the apocalypse. Cars were turned over, bodies lay about, and there was devastation everywhere. She ran and ran, down avenues which never seemed to end.