Madam Satan Movie Novels & Stories

Upon entering, she saw Satan leisurely sipping coffee. "Mr Satan, you asked for me." This time Brianna asked without any smile. Her palm-size face was cold and expressionless. "Have a seat, Ms Brianna." Satan chuckled with an amused smile. Brianna did not ask further and obeyed his orders without asking. "You look angry, little rabbit." Satan asked in a husky voice. His pupil shrank as he observed her creamy white skin. "I am sorry, Mr Satan. You have no right to call me that." Brianna gritted her teeth in annoyance.

Satanika looked at the bodies then the hypnotized restaurant staff then wore her slippers and walked out of the restaurant. Immediately Satanika's legs landed outside the building, the hypnosis spell was uplifted and then noises from the restaurant filled Satanika's ears who walked up to a black SUV that Sebastian opened for her. "Lady Satanika, Lord Theo said I should ask if you enjoyed your stay?" Sebastian asked as he drove the car. "It was splendid indeed. Though her blood simply needed less salt to make it less metallic." She responded making Sebastian nod and keep driving. Two down, four more to go. She thought then smiled as Sebastian headed home.

He bit out as his eyes glowed, and he sent my brother and I flying back into a wall. While my brother and I struggled to our feet, Satan grabbed Amaya, shaking her by the shoulders, “Give her back control.” He ordered Hekate. “Very well.” Her body went limp in Satan’s arms and a few minutes passed before she lifted her head. She looked around her, confused, then at the man holding her. “Who the hell are you?” “Satan and you are my fated mate.” She started laughing, “It is funny that you people keep saying that.” She pushed away from him, and he tightened his grip. “Let me go.” She ordered.

The fire surrounds an altar and in front of the altar stands a man. He stands at 6’7feet and wears a tux that shows an elegant side of this character. His beards and his facial features look like an art of the great painters under the light of the flames. The bellies of the women turn when the smell of burnt flesh comes to them. “Satanic witches,” Mary recognizes the women in maroon red cloak. Elena remember Marcel's tale about the grandsons of the devil. The satanic witches make her realize that the immortals weren’t joking.

They stood spending dollars on this with a smile which fled away as soon as cockiest Mother summoned in the room. A contagious grin spread on my lips; once in a moody hell night I appeared good that my friends danced and partied as if we were on the planet earth. Satan was irritated with the show; he blocked out the view and hid somewhere in his chambers sulking seeing our merriment. The monsters awaiting outside the drone, looked in bafflement but they had their own moment of celebration at the expense of the mighty Satan. I didn't sneak into his abode to taunt him of his misogyny against me at times but I was certain that he despised the empowerment of Serena especially of how she brought

We sadlyove back to the living room where the other girls sat gloomily, and Madam Diana looked battered like old bread. "What do we do about all these mate bonds?" One of the girls asked. "The mate bond makes me feel horny" The others nodded. "I guess so too. Who put on our hands, and is it possible that all of us be mates with that demon?" Before entering the room to investigate, I'd made Lucifer explain to them who this psycho manic was. They all realized that he was still the same person that Lucifer murdered, just in human form. "Guys, I think I have to confess something." Madam got up and walked to the middle. I wondered what she wanted to say that she had to stand up, but I let her con

“I never did. Not because you were evil. Or he was naive. But because I had to obsess over him, to protect him from you.” “Shut the fuck up!” I yell. But he focuses on Mom, tucking himself in. “Now, Demoness. You’ll tell me what I need to know. Your occultic affiliates, the names of the eight men who broke Camilla. And if you don’t…” Occultic what? Who the fuck is Camilla? What the hell does Mom have to do with this? A scornful smile I’ve never seen curves Mom’s lips. “All bark and no bite makes Tristan a madman. Oh, I forgot they called you Mad-bishop. A man of God who sold his soul to the devil.”

“Master, I just wanted to remind you of something. No slave is allowed to carry the Master's child, what I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't forget that Madison is guilty. She can't be pregnant for you because it's forbidden” I turned to Madison. Tears were already rolling down her eyes, and seeing her tears moved me. Madison fell on her knees with her hands up. “Please Master, just let me have the child after then you can kill me” “You shameless wretch! You're supposed to be ashamed of yourself. A slave that got pregnant for the master should be beheaded. So, you've not been taking the contraceptive herbs?” Bianca glared hard at her. “Keep quiet! Madison is an exception” I held her hand

Valentina's Point of View My husband, Don Domenico De Luca, and his secretary, Lorita Moretti, were caught in bed together, yet he had the nerve to call me paranoid. That was when I decided I was done with that ipocrita. The trigger clicked with a sharp snap, and the bullet tore past Domenico's ear. Only then did he grasp the gravity of the situation. Lorita let out a sharp scream and shoved me aside. "Sei pazza? How can you fire a gun at Don De Luca?" she demanded, glaring at me with outrage. "Even if you're the Madre, you don't get to pull a gun on him for no reason. You're challenging the Don's authority."

This was just great! I was ready to explode from rage. When my mom heard Felix’s words, she trembled in fear and clutched at my sleeve. “Beatrice, let’s apologize. I don’t want to be in this banquet hall anymore.” Her voice was so soft, like the squeak of a mouse, and she was choking back tears. With Felix backing them, Tarni and her mother sneered even more scornfully. “Now you realize who you’ve provoked? We never wanted to kill you, but you dared to strike me! You’ll just have to live out your days in the wilderness!”