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“I expected—hoped—that I would die during this war, but thanks to you, I’ll survive. Maybe I’ll even live a long life, but . . . it’s not enough. You aren’t going to hold on to a weak senile old man fifty years from now. Even you try I will die eventually. I know you see powerful Adom, you can kill all angels with flick of your finger but you don't have a power to hold me, one day I will dead Adom and you can't do anything ” Win finished speaking, but Adom was only seeing red. Behind him a glass shattered as the Devil jaw twitched in anger. He moved swiftly, body contorting unnaturally as he came to lean over Win, his hand coming up to squeeze the angel chin in a mockery of their former inti

I do not torture people for fun. I torture them for the fucking pleasure. Crouching down to his level I loosen the tie around my neck. Cracking my tense neck then satisfied when I hear the popping sounds of my bones. Christ, I love the sound of breaking bones and soon, I will hear them. "Didn't do what Angelo?" I question. He lifts his eyes, his haunted gaze meeting mine as I watch the fear swimming in his green pools. I push back the urge to sink my thumbs into his eye sockets. I have to be patient. "I didn't double cross you, Saint. I promise and devote my loya-"

It was the same man she had punched and his head was now bleeding, due to the fight. The men were still fighting and was oblivious of their star being hit. "Get away from me! Get away!" She yelled frantically as she stood to run. He grabbed her arm and threw her across the room, she came crashing on the chairs and tables. This action made the men stopped and the bar was silent once again as they watched the drama unfolds. This also made the man who had been still like a statue, moved. His eyes opened slowly in his chair, his legs crossed on the table before him, his sword beside him, lying there peacefully.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

His voice shook as he recounted every detail—the ambush, the assassin with the blue case, the man who came for her, the brutal fight, and finally the message Lucian himself had delivered. Darius Veynar sat high upon a throne of black steel and glass, his expression carved from ice. He listened without interruption, every word pressing deeper into his silence. His jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists on the armrests. When the guard finished, silence pressed thick and suffocating. And then— The roar.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli

He piqued. “Exactly my point.” My laptop made a dinging sound, indicating it was low so I plugged it to charge. “But let's just humour her.” He shrugged. “Alright.” Inserting the device into the laptop, we clicked it's details and it contained just one video. Five minutes long, but anyone could tell it was Delanxy sneaking out of the dead man's house. “We need to look into this.” Ruben said nonchalantly. If he was shocked, he was doing a good job hiding it.