Link Evilman Novels & Stories

Humanitas erit sacrificium si non sanguinis humani aestus avertere. He points to the section with the word Geminis. I read it out loud, “For destiny and The Creator cannot change that which is meant to be. Gemini shall be divided. One of death and destruction. The Devil shall lose his love, and humanity shall be lost. Only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide.” My throat clogs, and my voice stutters at the mention of the devil losing his love. Fallon places his hand on my shoulder as if to keep me grounded.

Morgan to his cell, Angelic promised her dad that she would do everything to prove his innocence. The next day, William and Angelicp went back to Miss Eleonor Catwood's lab to see the result of her study about the candy. Miss Catwood was a pharmaceutical scientist who had been used to examining different types of medicines. She looked old at her age of 45 yet her brain was so clever that she was able to describe the candy by just looking at it. She said that it was not really a candy, it was formulated to kill human system particularly the internal organs including the major parts such as respiratory and nervous system. The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles.

Something twisted quietly in his gut; old instincts stirring. Evelyn placed a digital ledger on the table. “You’re laundering through our humanitarian branches. Swear off our platform, release the accounts, and you leave breathing.” Kane chuckled, leaning back. “You underestimate how well she trained me.” “Charlotte?” Evelyn asked. “No.” He smiled thinly. “Elias Hartman.” That froze the room. Evelyn’s brother’s name should not have survived that sentence. “What are you talking about?” Her voice sharpened.

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

Or did he doubt that he would do his part of the deal? Of course, this had to do with his father. The only person he had considered to be evil after Lim in this city, was his good for nothing father —Mr. Smith! "Did this person tell you his name?" Steve asked in a calm voice, as he tried to clear every suspicion earlier and also not to create panic in the heart of Old April. "Yes, the strange man said his name. He wasn't old. He was too handsome to be a service guy. That's why I doubted him and decided to call you first for confirmation. He said his name was Lim Walter," Old April said.

He's thin like a snake, head full with red hairs, but when you look at his white face, it seems like he's not alive. The Feingold Brothers. Another definition of evil, apparently. "Welcome, you clandestine Vandestine!" Chief Malum smiles largely. "Didn't know you were alive, boy. It's a relief to see you." Vice Chief Reggae gives him a cold stare. As usual. "I prefer my mother's surname. Stanley." "Oh that. Right, rightey. My mistake!" "Heard you didn't want to see me." Lynn sits on a chair, clenching his teeth.

I knew he was thinking about my mentioning to him about something that was stolen. I chuckled. “I inquired about the same thing, fratello mio.” He frowned inquisitively at me. “Lo and behold, this man here is called Link, the hacker himself, the one who redirected the vessel’s destination and pulled it out of our radar.” His frown deepened. “A man like him wouldn’t dare solely steal from a renowned mafia, don’t you think?” “Let me guess…” He said, already getting the idea of the turn of events after the hint of my phone call.

It felt as though time had stopped as he stepped out and banged the door in frustration, obviously in a hurry. That was her Livian! Scratch that. She was awfully wrong. The man was clad in a suit that must have cost six figures and had his black hair combed back neatly. When he turned to head for the elevator, she saw his face a little more clearly. No way. No freaking way. She would recognize those murderous emerald eyes anywhere. The ominous feeling intensified as recognition flooded her mind. That was the devil, Livian Dumont. It had been a decade since she last saw him but she knew it was him. She could feel it from the racing of her heart.

said the King as he agreed with Aelius "Thank you. Now, before I forget... There is a rat among us." said Damien "Do you mean to say that we are being spied on?" asked the duke "Yes. The old man is foolish, but he has a trusted person in the Kennedy Empire. That trusted person informs him of everything happening here. The rat's name is Arche. Count Arche." "Count Arche...!?" "That's right. I often make visits to the palace with a magic barrier that makes me invisible. I have heard him many times telling the emperor of the daily reports in the Kennedy Empire."