King Of Underworld Novel Novels & Stories

She smiled and collected the glass from me, keeping it on the table beside her. “Let me tell you a story Zoe," she said and my eyes beamed. I love it when she tells me stories. They’re always interesting. “Okay mum” I replied happily and laid properly on the bed, making sure I had a clear view of her face. She smiled and rubbed her palm on my hair. “it all happened a long time ago” she started. “In a different world from ours, called hell. Hell was lovely and peaceful as it was being ruled by the just King – Lucifer. The king of hell is always called Lucifer.

King Asnus called hesitantly, "there's something you need to know." "What, pray tell?" "The raiders, they had sharp claws and teeth. Their eyes also glowed a weird green. Thru seemed strange but they were humans, I'm not sure if…" he trailed off. Sebastian's eyes narrowed. Definitely not vampires. Green eyes… vampires were red. "I'll take care of it. Do as I have commanded." King Asnus bowed, "yes, my lord." Sebastian turned and went down the roof. "Are you leaving?" Aurora asked when she saw him walking out of the partially destroyed palace.

“That is not how the saying goes but I expected nothing from you“ “Ray if you want to say something to me say it directly, do not go through the corners“ “On your knees, use your mouth“ AUSTRALIA Alex has been training hard from the best fighters in the world, learning about business and getting renowned education. But he knew to stand a chance against his enemies, he must first capture the underworld and that is not an easy feat. The underworld is a black market field divided into five sections. Trafficking weapons, Operating Escort zones, Drugs, Armed Robbery, Money laundering. They all launder proceeds (money) through real estates, constructions companies, recording studios, entertainment

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

He was the embodiment of night. I nodded, clearing my throat. "Nightcrawler, it's been a while," He let out a scoff. "I'd say. The devil really knows how to make a person work for their living. Though I guess it isn't all bad, there are perks to working for the King of the Underworld." "Yeah, and they begin with J and end with E," Balthazar added, giving him a wink. Drabek barked out a laugh. "I wouldn't say she was a benefit most days. She is just as challenging to read as a map in the dark. Without light to help you see, you're just guessing that you're heading in the right direction," Kier scoffed. Drabek arched a brow in response.

Broken diamonds lay upon the black marble floor that reflected the chandelier light. Power, money, control, fear, everything screams inside the penthouse. No one here dares to say a word without permission. Men in black suits stood at every entrance with guns hidden beneath tailored jackets. The city stretched below the glass walls like prey beneath a throne. A throne is a symbol of the Moretti Empire. And in the middle of it all sat Aiden Moretti. King of the underworld.

Laughter erupted behind me, sharp and mocking. Zoey Sanders was furious and embarrassed, angry that I had humiliated her in front of everyone. She was the richest woman in Solaria, yet her fiancé was fighting in an underground ring for a prize worth barely a hundred thousand dollars, getting beaten bloody for it. I ignored her and turned back toward the backstage area. When I stepped into the octagon again, the arena lights suddenly focused on the iron cage across from me. A savage roar echoed through the stadium.

"Killing you quick wouldn't settle the score for my dead brothers. I'd rather take my time breaking you. I want everyone in the underworld to see that Daniela isn't untouchable." I thrashed and writhed, but the iron found me over and over, searing my flesh until the pain choked the screams right out of my throat. After what felt like an eternity of burning, just as I was about to black out, they finally lowered me down. But I'd barely caught my breath when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my wrist. Giovanni had actually taken a knife to it, slicing it open, then shoving my hand into the sea. Blood swirled into the dark sea, staining it red.

And he is unnecessarily adamant. “You put yours to some work. I bloody know him in and out. He would never do something and say he did not do it. If he had done anything, he will bloody come out in the open and fucking scream for the underworld to hear that he had done it. Oh, not just that, he would also give an elaborate explanation about how he did it. It is one of the reasons that he is called the King of Underworld and everyone fucking fears him and that includes us.” He explained.

The courtyard is quiet in the specific way of Silver Hollow after midnight: the city is not asleep, it never entirely sleeps, but the particular quality of human and supernatural life that gives it its daytime energy has settled into a lower register and what remains is the city's texture without its volume. "Halfway," she says. He looks at her. "Fifty chapters," she says. "Of whatever we are calling this." He is quiet for a moment. "A life," he says. "A life," she agrees. "Is that what you have been doing inside?" he asks. "Accounting for the life?" "Taking stock," she says. "Two pages backward and three pages forward." "The forward pages are longer." "They usually are," she says. "That is