Novel & Cerita Moxxie X Beelzebub

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

Julie broke the growing fog in the room by tapping her pen on a clipboard she was holding, “if you plan on putting pups in her now I would very much like to…” Dante growled at Julie but to his surprise it was Moxie that acted first. The crazed looking young man jumped halfway across the room, as if he were a howler monkey sailing through the trees and now had the sassy doctor by the back of the neck with his body trapping her between the wall and his torso. “If you ever touch her for your voodoo mad scientist bullshit Julie I will put in a call to the LaFlare family and you will beg me to kill you,” Moxie’s voice was quiet but Julie heard every word.

“Get away from her! Maleficent is my daughter! What I do to her is none of your concern!” Grand Duke Beelzebub was met by a pair of ruby eyes which were akin to a set of magma molded just to fit into the Halfling’s eyes. The stretched smirk which plastered on his face faded upon his statement. A wisp of wind inside the closed dungeon whipped around Damon the prideful as he floated a couple of meters above the ground even still above the winged demon lord. Gone was the humor and sarcasm swirling behind his eyes as he stared at the grand duke from above. “Screw familial ties! Cut the bullshit, Grand Duke Beelzebub! You do not have a plan aside from bandaging your ego with false hopes and plans

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Angus immediately knew who he was! Not only that, Asmodeus had a younger brother called Beelzebub. Both of them were incredibly evil! A year ago, a few of the Thompsons' direct descendants ended up dying to Beelzebub. After that, Angus and a few other experts from the family pursued Beelzebub for months before they finally found some clues. In the end, they worked with the Dragon Corps to kill Beelzebub! From that moment on, the Thompsons and Asmodeus were mortal enemies!

I said, pushing my nerves down and facing the rulers who seemed amused as they raised a brow. “Interesting.” A red haired male said, Asmodeus as I later on learned, said and walked towards me with a grace of a panther—he’s incredible charismatic and… well… erotic. “What is this commotion about?” Beelzebub walked into the room and I distinctly remember his laying his eyes on mine and I could feel something off about him. “Leviathan bought someone living in mortal realm.” Mammon said and leaned back on his chair while the others just watched Beelzebub grabbed my chin and inspecting me like how a buyer would.

He declares angling his face leaning down further towards me the warmth of his flesh nearing me. Our tiny bubble of cordial affection is quickly shredded apart by a terrifying high pitched scream of a pup and we instantly pull away from each other the tension that envelopes us pricking into our skin. What has happened? Phobos is on high alert studying our surroundings like a hawk his beast reports to him what he finds first before my male can discover it. "No." He whispers his eyes broadening lightly in worry and he rushes forward towards Moira's hut leaving me behind whilst I follow him confusedly for I have not yet seen what he has.

Damian Cordwell. Meanwhile. I was called to the scene just minutes ago. The cops said a young vampire had phoned in a report, a massacre. But what I find isn’t just carnage. It’s a sin. The air reeks of blood and death. The ground is slick with it. The silence around us is deafening, save for the sound of body bags being zipped and carried away, one after another. Slake’s is the last. His body lies still, a gaping hole in his neck staring back at me like a silent scream. I buckle inwardly, but my limbs hold. My face remains stone, even as my chest splits open with pain. Even as a silent wail rips inside me.

Phoebe pours everyone shots of vodka. "I will start." Ella raised her glass. "Never have I ever had a threesome." Of course Ella's had a threesome but I never thought she would say it out loud especially in front of her brother. Ronnie looks horrified by Ella's revelation but Phoebe giggles whilest she, David and Kevin take shots. "Never have I ever paid someone to sleep with me." It's David's turn play now. "Lame." Kevin snickers but takes a shot. To my surprise only the boys take shots and I mean all the boys. Yep, it seems Sky has paid for sex. I give him a pointed look and he just shrugs.

“You did that on purpose!” “Did I? Sorry. I was busy trying to keep the menaces away.” “I hope that you are not thinking that I am one of them.” Leviathan did not answer, which most likely answers Belphegor’s question. Beelzebub goes and guides us, going past the hoard of zombies and coming to the casino and then straight to the bar area. The place was dark and even though I have night vision, I still prefer to have light just because being in a real-life zombie situation is making me feel a little nervous.