Madam Satan Movie Novels & Stories

"But one day, he revolted. I was going through my usual routine of the day after school. I went to her house, and I found him feasting on her body. He ate her heart, so as to become his own master, gaining immortality that was independent of any master." That day was the goriest day I ever lived. I remember walking into her house. There was this iron scent of blood in the air. Scared, I ran up the stairs, calling her name. Susan! Susan! Where are you? Bursting through her bedroom door, I see her body sprawled across the room. And him, stuffing his face with her flesh.

“Oh that is great sir...you must be well loaded.…I can even show you the ladies we have fresh on ground to be auctioned.” “Yes.” I said. He took Sergio and I to a room and we saw about five ladies standing there and as I carefully observed, Clara wasn't amongst them. “How long has this auction been taking place??” “Not quite long sir….we already sold two ladies and these ones just came in not quite long.” He said. “What??? Can you describe them??” I asked. "Who sir??" "The ones that were fucking sold off!!!!" I yelled. He described them and the second lady's description perfectly matched that of Clara.

demon:- okay I understand you didn't do anything just watch them and have fun, but I want to see my mother, she worshipped you I want to see her Satan:- what are you talking about, she was a believer in god, that why she go to god and those who worshipped me will come to me, all those people are you going to kill will become my food and make me stronger. demon:- so you want to eat their soul so you are letting them die since they are your followers, you want soul then take mine and wake her up. Satan:- I like your offer but you are a follower of god, I can't take your soul, and without consideration, I am not going to give anything, her life is in god hands.

Alliyah Agustin “So, did you find anything?” Satana immediately asked the moment I stepped out of the study room, her eyes filled with curiosity as she leaned slightly toward me. I let out a long groan as the memory of what I had just seen replayed in my mind. “Just books and studies about perfect sex positions,” I muttered with visible disgust. “Positions that I’m very sure he has been trying out with her.” Satana physically shivered at the thought, hugging herself dramatically. “Ew, gross,” she said, scrunching her nose. “I guess we should check the bedroom next.”

Crystal leaned sweetly against Charlie and said in a coy voice, “Don’t fall for it. Kendall has always wanted to be Mrs. Boyd. “She just wants the name. “If you give in once, you’ll have to do it for the rest of your life.” A look of sudden realization flashed in Charlie’s eyes, quickly turning into smug pride. “After the ceremony, change into another dress. A wedding gown tainted by a madman is filthy!” Before I could speak, he wrapped an arm around Crystal’s waist and squeezed her hip with a laugh. “Kendall is going to the church with the madman. I’m not interested in the show. I’m heading to the office for a meeting!” He strode out laughing, not sparing me a single glance.

A man in his thirties yelled at his goons who worked under him. "Sir, we sent our two best killers to kill her but she killed them. Before we could have reached there, her boyfriend came and took her to hospital" The goon leader replied to his boss, Satan. "All you can do is make excuses... your ass is not strong enough to kill a single woman." Satan scoffed, looking at the bodies of his two excellent killers. He turned his face towards the wall where Ivanna's smiling picture was hung. "How long will you survive, Mafia Queen? One day I will finish your story and then he will have to return to the underworld." He started laughing like a manic and marked a cross on her picture with a red mark

He said in agony, "So she thought that we were going to celebrate her birthday. Damn it! What have I done? How could I forget her birthday? I promised to celebrate every birthday with her. Not only did I not celebrate it with her, but I also suspected that she added peanut butter to the cake and made Maeve have an allergic reaction. Was she very upset when she came back to get her luggage?" The domineering mafia leader slumped on the couch, burying his face tiredly in his hands as he spoke to Alfred in a low and hoarse voice. Alfred hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "Mr. Cole, she wasn't sad. She was very calm and even told us to take good care of you and Mr. Jasper." Felix

Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted. "Turn the Bus Turn the Bus Basted" The same man screamed who was now standing over the driver's head. And he was told to turn the bus. The road was heading towards Sydney's forest. Everyone was squealing now. Everyone thought they would get off the bus after returning the luggage, but they had probably taken the bus hostage. A woman was crying loudly. "Please, please, please." She was crying with both hands. The English-speaking black man was now stepping fast towards the woman.

"I already told you. I've been an orphan since childhood. I have no ex-lover." The Ricci couple in the corner rose abruptly, their faces full of grief. They knew their past actions had broken her heart, so they dared not beg for her forgiveness. They could only watch from afar without disturbing her. "I've heard Signor Santoro once kept a mistress in the city who, unfortunately, passed away from illness on Christmas Eve two years ago. Signor Santoro's deep devotion is truly admirable. However… "The dead cannot return to life! For Signor Santoro to call me by a dead woman's name is morbid and disrespectful!"

he said figuring how negativly this had impacted on him "No its not, Mr Madison thought it was you and had us work over night to find out who had linked the video" he explained, Saul was getting more anxious with how Felix wasnt going straight to the point "Then who linked it?" He asked "Mrs Madison or now known as Miss Maria Dante", "What Maria?, how is that possible?" He asked unable to believe what he was being told