Novel & Cerita Leviathan: Envy

For a moment, she was taken aback, and her expression turned ugly. "You think just because you own a Lamborghini, you can go around killing people?" Juniper retorted, looking at him with a disdainful snort. Without giving the man a chance to explain himself, she spoke up once more, her anger fueling her words. "What else can I expect from a man? You're all weak beings. I wish there were no men in this world. Seeing you only makes it worse." With that, Juniper stormed off, fumbling in anger for her keys, and zoomed away in her car.

“Why my gang Geiru?” “Because your gang is at the top ma’am, and I want to be at the top”. “Isn’t that the answer all your lackeys give you?” “They are not lackeys Kenji” she said calmly, her eyes betraying her mood. “I think there’s something deeper there. You can’t just want the power. Megumi dear and her sister are at the top of the pyramid, and you’re where honey?” he was behind her now. “I’ll say you’re crawling up, albeit slowly. But the truth is that, you’re expendable, so where will all that power come from, because you have none”.

I say. Envy scoffs. “What decisions? You do not make any decision. Everything has been planned out by a higher being. Including yours and mine. I had been planned to exist through Sin's abominable creatures. And I shall bear the consequences, but of course, I am bringing him down with me.” “You do not know what you speak about.” “You think I do not?” Envy laughs, humorlessly. “You are not the only queen Sin has had in the past centuries, Faye.”

“I was wondering… If Layla was the deity who cursed me several decades ago… and you’re someone who thinks highly of himself to even call someone as me lowly, are you implying that you’re a deity as well?” “I’m not just thinking highly of myself, beast,” Levius replied. “I’m more powerful than you are and Layla deserved someone like me and not just a lowly being like you. If I have to be honest with you again, I would say that I’m glad she hated you so much that she even cursed you. But knowing that she’d lose her status, she still did it anyway, just to punish you… makes me feel awfully mad.” Levius walked towards Zev with glowing eyes. Hatred was emitted through his glares as he pushed Zev

Greed muttered curses grabbing Lust by the waist and Gluttony walk out with them. Caius hissed one last insult under his breath but obeyed Tyrel's glare and exited. When the door shut, only five remained: Lucifer. Envy. Zadkiel. Jophiel And Wrath Lucifer exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Envy,” he said softly, “you choose. You want space or you want him to speak? Envy trembled, torn. He wiped his cheeks aggressively, as if angry at himself for crying.

"If you embarrass Levi in front of the executives today, he will make it his personal mission to destroy you. Just keep your head down." I pulled my arm away from her. "I don't do well with keeping my head down." "Dante—" "I'll see you later, Mom." I walked out of the kitchen before she could start another lecture. I didn't care about playing the obedient stepbrother. If Levi wanted a war, he was going to get one. I drove my car to the corporate headquarters downtown. The lobby was all marble and glass, filled with people in expensive gray suits moving around like ants. I checked in at the front desk, got my executive badge, and took the private elevator up to the top floor.

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” “Yeah, I guess that does make me an asshole. What do you gain by killing me?” “A man that leaves an enemy behind, is a man that constantly looks over his shoulder for the next attack. You’re the enemy now, Jefferson, even if I wanted to let you live, the men upstairs would never let you leave. They take betrayal personally, and I’m part of their family. We’ve spilled blood for each other, broken bread and bled for each other. It’s not something I can explain to you, because you don’t know what it means to be loyal to someone no matter what.”

And I'll do the exact same thing to him. He's not just another man in the bratva. He's rot, dressed in silk. The kind of man who smiles too wide, who believes power gives him the right to destroy what isn't his to touch. Men like him walk around, dripping with arrogance, convinced no one will ever make them pay for the things they stole. I see it every time she avoids her reflection in the mirror. She blames herself for it, but it's not her fault. It's his. Sergei Antonov. And he'll pay, for every nightmare she has had, every tear she has cried, he will pay, tenfold.

He bellowed, his lips turned downwards in anger, "You dare pick this woman over me? Over my empire and mansion? And then you dreamt of living a free life? Huh?" He scoffed, his eyes wide with rage, "Well, now I'm going to grant you the wish you've so much longed for, I'm going to allow the both of you to be free in the underworld," He said, his words dripping heavily with the wrath that had settled in his heart, "What would you have us do?" Pascal's voice rang from behind me as he spoke, his voice heavy with determination,