Novel & Cerita Len Servant Of Evil

He set the tray on the table quickly and turned to leave. Draven was sitting in a chair across the room, watching me with those burning red eyes. He had just finished cleaning himself but was still naked, his partially human body gleaming in the torchlight. “Stop,” Draven commanded. The servant froze. Draven stood up slowly. “Did I say you could leave?” The servant trembled. “M-my lord… I was only delivering the food as ordered…” Draven moved faster than I expected. In one brutal motion, he grabbed the servant by the throat and lifted him off the ground. The young man gasped and kicked helplessly.

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

"Isaac isn't a good person. When he loved me, he gave me everything. But when he didn't, he treated me like dirt. He even went after my family's company. "Take it from someone who's experienced it—what happened to me will happen to you. Turn back before it's too late." Vivian really knew how to put on an act. All it took was a few tears and some sweet talk, and suddenly everyone was on her side. Unfortunately for her, she was dealing with Arlene, who was known as the Iron Fist of Alluvial Flats. No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian.

he said. "Really?" Irene asked still crying. "Yes." Mr Williams nodded. "Do you remember the Jacobs" Irene asked. Mr Williams instantly broke the hug taking a step back. "We don't talk about traitors who have been eliminated by the clan. Why bring this old topic up?" Mr Williams asked with a brow raised. "Ehm... Nothing. It just crossed my mind." Irene replied. "You know Scott and Kirov still hate us coz the clan forced them to..." "Enough." Mr Williams cut her off.

[Seraphine’s POV] "Good afternoon, residents of Silverbrook Haven who have gathered here. Thank you for taking the time to come to this place. I am Seraphine Valentina. And what you are about to witness will, to some extent, determine the future of our village." I gave them a brief explanation of what I would do with Gevanny's body afterward. In the eyes of those who have been in this village for a long time, Gevanny was the most loyal servant of Cassian Maximilian.

it roared. Yet, despite the intensity of the onslaught, Adrian stood unharmed. He fixed his gaze on the evil spirit and taunted, “Still thinking of pulling tricks? I told you, you’re nothing but an ant.” His words fueled the evil spirit’s rage further, causing the flames of its soul to flicker violently. Before the spirit could retaliate, Adrian said, “Since you’ve chosen this path, I’ll give you an option. Become my servant, and I’ll consider sparing you.”

Gloria gave her a look. Gwen stood up straight, ready to prove her point. “Yes, it is. Ace is Paria-Drae, the one who started the problem and then wanted to get violent and I’m Estril. Innocent and just trying to defend herself from the harsh barbaric behavior of a neighbor I quite can’t get rid of.” Gloria did not say anything and Gwen smiled, feeling victorious. Maybe instead of a soldier, she should have entered into the world of politics. It would be fun to try and argue with the ignorant and just plain stupid people who are in charge of the country.

“You’re too smart for your own good.” She smirked. “And you’re too stubborn for yours.” There was a long pause. Then, he spoke again, lower. “Get dressed. You’re coming.” The ride to Echelon was silent, save for the rumble of thunder and the low growl of the engine. Valerio wore the expression of a man descending into hell. Sera had seen that look before—when he’d hunted men who touched what was his. But this time, it was deeper. There was history in his silence. Wounds she hadn’t yet tasted.

His stoney eyes lands upon Sky. "I will give you an important job," looking at his eyes directly. He nods his head once."Anything King." Sky is an orphan boy about 20 years old. But his loyalty left no question when it comes to the Devil. Unlike other men in the gang he usually doesn't get involved into violent works. He was in the gang as long as he can remember.But The Devil himself kept him from getting into violence. But that does not mean he is anywhere less capable of fighting. In fact his fighting skills are greatly praised by the Devil as he is one of the best fighters.

Now, his pulse beat steadily against my wrist, a rhythm I knew better than my own. I shaved his jaw, his neck, the tricky spot under his nose. Our eyes met in the mirror. The fever had burned away some of the arrogance in his gray eyes, leaving something harder, cleaner underneath. "Why are you doing this, Vivian?" he asked quietly. "You could take the Ledger to the FBI. You could disappear. Why walk back into the fire with me?" I rinsed the razor. I dried his face with a paper towel. "Because I sold my soul to the Devil," I whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "And I don't break my contracts."