La Puerta Del Diablo Novels & Stories

I twisted the door knob open an flinched at the sight. Rico was at the top of a lady looking half naked. They were both mumbling and kissing each other,unware of my presence. Rico loosed his belt and was about pulling his trouser when yelled.. STOP!!!! they both look at me and continue make out

The gun never left his hand, a single shot echoed through the warehouse, and Antonio crumpled to the floor. Dead. The bullet landed in between his eyes,that was the famous dead-shot Dominic was known for. He swiped a speck of Antonio's blood off his watch. He lowered his gun gently and smirked He inspected the body a little and pushed it with his shoe so it turned to it's side. Antonio was no more. Dead. Cold within seconds all because of ”The devil”. “Pack it up and send it to his clan”he muttered, turned and walked out.

I'm about to break down the door with a scream when miraculously the door opens. "3" I whisper. "Che diavolo ci fai qui stupida ragazza?" (what the hell are you doing here stupid girl?) The angry voice of none other than the devil himself booms inside the confined space of this room. He is so tall against the door frame, he looks like the angel of death himself with his black three-piece suit that clung to his muscled body. "I asked you something!" He seethes again but this time now in English.

"My gift." ........... From the Brethren city’s prison cell, Narco is transferred to a famous and isolated prison home for the most dangerous prisoners around the world known as the La Isla del Diablo or Devil's Island, a secluded island infested with sharks and ferocious predators. A place where Death is inevitable if prisoners attempted a daring escape. Access to visitors is strictly forbidden.

We don’t talk, we don’t look, we keep our gazes on Rosa. I hear a rumble when Rosa raises her hand and produces a ball of light. She tosses it in her palm, catching it when she throws it and it hits a door and the doors open. The screams die down. As we enter the room. A huge, open roaring fire to the left. The Gate of Purgatory hums and the souls trapped on the gate moan and move like grey shadows. The Gate is massive. The size of the room. “Guardian, I call you forward.” Rosa’s voice booms as we all watch silently as she steps forward. The gate groans and rattles as a huge demon steps forward, dragging a sword behind him that leaves a trail of sparks behind it.

Do your worst, so forgive me and let me fuck you tonight. My pussy walls contracted, the greedy bitch. “Let's see,” I breathed, desperately clinging to my dignity. He took a step back and slowly released me. — Have fun, beautiful. Feel free to send me photos. My number is in your phone. “That was presumptuous,” I said smartly. — How did you save it? Il Diavolo? Faust's mouth curved into a mischievous smile. — Il Trombamico. That's what all the kids say these days.

Just like that He revived. The Exorcist facial expression changed and despair was in their eyes. Diablo started laughing like a maniac and went in the direction of the woman who was holding on to the barrier. The other paladins were pinned down by the other demons who got their strength back now that their king has revived. Diablo slowly walked up to her and stood in front of her. She tried to put up a strong face knowing that she will die nevertheless. Diablo lifted his hand for a swing to slash her throat like he did so to the head Paladin and swoop down on her. She closed her eyes and awaited her death but nothing happened.

Frères et soeur et mon âme sœur. l'Amour étant plus fort que nous je vivrai au gouffre de l'enfer mais le Paradis me sera redonné par cette foi ferme de ma famille. Le diable rode chaque jour. Vivement la claire vision pour mieux voir. Peace ☁️☁️ Du paradis pour l'Enfer🔥🔥 Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume _______ Épisode finale______ ______ Épisode 2️⃣1️⃣________

“This has got to be the worst battle we fought where the enemy’s stench alone is enough to kill you.” “These fuckers were vanquished decades ago. Who the hell is powerful enough to open hell’s portal and release this damnation?” Raj put his hand on top of his head. “Marlena, cremate this diabolical fiend and sprinkle our holy water on his ashes.” I walked to the altar and picked up the Coyolxāuhqui stone.

The sorcerer barely looked up as Diego stormed in, his brows furrowed over a page he was meticulously deciphering. “I’ve got something,” Diego announced, breathless. Gabriel finally looked up, adjusting his reading glasses. “That makes two of us,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound journal. “Though, you go first. You look like you’re about to explode.” Diego paced the length of the room before stopping short, gripping the back of a chair. “The settlement at Devil’s Horn.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Come again?”