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But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

Leon The fucking screams still echoed in my head. Didn’t matter how many hours I had spent in the dungeon. It wasn't enough. My knuckles were raw. My shirt stained. I could still feel the steel under my palms. Still see the blood. But those bastards… they were holding out. Paid in fucking casho, no names, no faces. The same shit over and over again. It wasn’t enough. I needed more blood. More pain. I needed to rip them apart until they begged to fucking die.

The whole time anger boiled through him at her having the guts to sneak away from his bed like he was a common nightstand. As the car pulled to a stop, Diego climbed down and made his way to the apartment that belonged to Estella. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to pull the door open with a smile. And for the smile to die off before he spoke. “Get dressed, we’re leaving,” he said. “Mr. El Diablo, w-what are you doing here? How did you find me here?” Fear was written all over her face and he could see the visible tremble of her limbs.

It was a bright morning in Miami and Rebecca was already up, dressing up her bed as she listened to 28 by dean lewis and Ruth B. It was an emotional song and she found it relatable to her situation, but she wasn’t sobbing, she just vibed to it. “They say time heals all wound, but yours cut so deep!” She sang that part a bit loud. She continued singing along till she heard a knock on the door. She walked towards the direction and her mood changed from bad to worse immediately she saw who knocked. It was Eric.

He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word, his peace of mind In the world full of Dark, the only source of light An innocent filled eyes captured the stormy waves Ho baby tell me wouldn't be his fault if he let go of her, his only cause, his only soul See the craze of fate wouldn't you laugh The boy who never believed would get it one Was he lucky enough, Ho no I call it Destiny Where Devil find His Angel walk a path of Aisle, taking vow to be forever, forever, forever one Ho no that's not the end, Ho ho that's not the end H

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 “

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

I stare at this fucking cock sucker and grit my teeth, feeling betrayed beyond belief as he just grins at me, making a point to touch Myla in front of me, making her beg me for help. "You? It's been you this whole fucking time?!..." The devil whispers in my ear, "You're not strong enough to brave the storm." I looked the devil right in the eye and whispered back... " I am the fucking storm."

"You're nothing compared to me, Lyza. Dante will realize the truth, and then you'll be left with nothing!” The room erupted in gasps as her words hung in the air, a challenge to our love and strength. Dante's anger surged, and he stepped forward, his voice booming with intensity. "Darlyn, I've had enough of your manipulations!” he growled, his words reverberating through the crowd. "You will not tarnish the bond Lyza and I share. We will stand strong against your deceit and reclaim the truth!” The tension crackled in the air as the battle lines were drawn, our determination pitted against Darlyn's malicious intentions. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move in this hig