Novel & Cerita Men From Hell

They crackled their fists and glared at Don Santiago fiercely. Don Santiago furrowed his eyebrows, and swept his gaze over the seven burly men, that looked like bouncers in a club. His lips curled up “thrash” he mumbled, and shook his head pitifully. “Damn, bastard, you dare call us thrash, you will taste the brute of my fist” one of the burly men hollered angrily. The Old Man's face changed drastically, the seven burly men he gathered are all on the peak stage of physical strength and coupled with their bodybuilding, their combat skills should be more terrifying.

“I feel like I’m watching live porn right now, girls.” “Jesus. I think I just cummed.” “Stop calling Jesus. The guy is tired of us calling his name so sinfully.” “Forget about sin. We already belong in hell. God, this is so fucking sexy.” The man looked back at me smolderingly. “Fuck, beautiful. Touch me somewhere else this time. Spank me of you want to. The harder you hit me, the more the pain. The more the pain, the more the pleasure, baby.” The girls screamed deafeningly, shivering and shuddering from the unbelievably sexual obscenity unfolding in front of my eyes right now.

Zalakai asked before he chuckled to himself, "He must've have played his cards right for him to be back down here." "Seducing a nun is not easy." Felix grumbled as he pushed open the door. Screams of anguish filled his ears as he stepped out into a gargantuan sized cavern. Fire licked up up the walls of the cliffs, a lava river coursed through the domain. Black winged, crow-like Demons flew about, some carried carcasses or even still living, breathing beings. "Don't you just love the sound of pain in the morning?" Zalakai half joked, but Felix gave no response. "Tough crowd."

"You will be alright. You definitely will be alright." "Fuck. It hurts." He grimaced, feeling the vine in him move. "It fucking hur...ts.." He hardly finished when the vine buried in his stomach detached into two, retracting in opposite directions which caused his frail body to split apart from the force. Red, metallic blood splashing everywhere like an midnight shower. Countless gunshot rang continuesly, but the three remained in a daze. Staring at the remaining pieces of their beloved friend. "Buckle up kids." A strong muscled hand grabbed on Sandra's arm, throwing her on a well exercise shoulder. The blond man turned to his companions, fingers repeatedly pulling on the trigger of the gun

Besides having the shit kicked out of them, they’re unhappy about the huge hit to their income while the future dropouts of America breathe down their necks trying to get their next fix. For now, I’m stuck with these morons. I lost my entire fucking crew to Austin, the fucking pussy. It’s been harder than I thought to round up good men. I slam back a double shot of tequila and laugh, causing the two men to stop their secret squirrel gibberish and look at me. I raise my chin and set these assholes straight. “Moon’s woman is mine and the two of you will stay the fuck off her. The black cunt can stroke your dicks as often as you like.”

“Heat, are you okay?” “These girlies are okay, we were just having some fun at the painted war reserve Gorge owns,” he says, “they even thought I wanted them dead.” His infectious laugh almost makes me forget this man didn’t just terrorize these two mercilessly. Heath looked like he was about to die, and Lucas looked dead. What type of paint war did they play? “Something smells nice, did my sweet wife cook?” he says, walking to the kitchen, “you better get yourselves clean. No one is sitting at the dinner table like that.”

The man’s sleeve darkened where the whiskey spilled, and she knew she was screwed. The others chuckled low and lazy, like a pack of dogs watching their alpha corner a prey. There were only three of them. Three devils sent from hell. The blonde one she was pouring a drink for led, while the almost-bald one leaned in with a pervy grin, eyes twinkling like he enjoyed watching women squirm. And the third, darker-skinned and muscular, lounged back with a cigar between his teeth. “What do you think, boys? I like her,” he continued.

the man replied, their voice unwavering. "Someone who won't let you hurt Emily the way you hurt them.” Daniel's mind raced, trying to reconcile the accusation with his reality. "That's... that's not true. Her parents... it was an accident." His voice wavered. The man remained unmoved. "Accident? Funny way an 'accident' leaves two people dead and a child orphan." "You're wrong," Daniel insisted, his hand pressing harder against his bleeding side. "You don't understand." "Oh, I understand perfectly," the man hissed, stepping even closer.

But Kannon was a demon with a demon dick that could make the Virgin Mary do unspeakable things. He dug me out from behind until he was ready to finish what he started. And I knew he was a freak, so instead of letting him finish inside me like he always did, I pushed him away and kneeled in front of him to catch his drippings on my tongue. “Oh, really?” he panted while furiously stroking himself to get to his nut. “You being real nasty this weekend, huh?” “Only for you, daddy.” I stuck my tongue out and waited for the catch.

He slumped to the floor, watching the woman who had once belonged to him stand shoulder to shoulder with another man on the screen, radiating her own unique glow. He could only be trapped in this cage, spending the rest of his life in regret.