La Puerta Del Diablo Novels & Stories

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

“Gruzdenn cratin fantuaaa” “Trisede mepata…” The table began to shake violently, and supposedly the building. Demons snared outside the salt boundary, threatening to possess me, if I mistakenly moved an inch outside the line. I gulped, raising the wooden bowl higher. “Trisede mepata vo..” The bowl caught fire immediately, but I didn't drop it, though my hands were burning. I chanted the words until the fire in the bowl disappeared and the canldes all burnt down..

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

He's just an evil intimidating man and that's all there is to it. Sierra flinched, her thoughts are scattered when she heard someone trying to open up the door from outside. Was it the maid trying to get to her? But that's not possible. She locked it from the inside so she should be the only one able to open it. The door clicked and the knob twisted open. It gave way and she immediately forced herself to stand on her feet despite her body's dying protest. Right then and there, her eyes came in contact with that of Diavolo. He had guards standing behind him and the look on his half face told her that he wasn't happy but when has he ever been happy?

After skillfully deciphering the codes, Rome sent a message to Lucille, stating, 'The Diablo is in Terni, Italy. He was already about to leave the library when something caught his attention and made him stop. It was a picture of Margaux while she was sleeping on his phone. He took that picture of her last night and made it his wallpaper. She looked tiny with her body curled against the pillow he usually used. Her soft hair was messily scattered all over the white duvet, but then, she was still easily the most beautiful woman to him.

Casa del Diablo was boldly written above the entrance; Tessa read it with narrowed eyes, and it made her feel a certain type of way. Tessa, clinging tightly to Pedro’s arm, stared in disbelief at the rugged building. The exterior was gloomy—battered red brick walls and some words scribbled with neon graffiti—and the heavy bass of cheering crowds seeped through the walls. Until that very night, she had never believed such a place existed in Monterrey. They made their way inside, and Tessa’s eyes widened as she took in the scene.

“Show yourself!” A shadow moves behind him. A hand bursts from the ivy and grabs the gun. The weapon twists and the butt smashes into Sergei’s nose. Blood gushes as he stumbles back, howling. Then I see him. Diablo steps out of the darkness like a ghost from a nightmare, his black suit blending into the night. His face is calm, too calm, but his eyes are blazing. He points the gun at Sergei, his voice cold. “Too easy.”

’’ Pablo seethed. ‘’She called herself Diabla.’’ one of the men said. Pablo stayed silent for a while as he thought about the name they had given him. Deep down, he had a feeling that he had heard that name spoken before but he couldn’t quite remember where from. It wasn’t a common name and it looked more like a title than an actual name. ‘’Did you see her face?’’ Pablo asked. ‘’That’s the funniest thing father, i didn’t see her face. She was wearing a mask all through. The only face i saw was that of her men.’’ Reed said.