Novel & Cerita Ojala Me Lleve El Diablo

“Many call me the devil in a human’s flesh, others call me Voldemort. However, I'm just a simple man, and if you follow my instructions, you will be in my good books. Otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna live to see what comes next. From today, you answer to me, you belong to me, you report to me, and take instructions from me, until you get new masters.” I got lost there, because what did he mean by new masters? My mind was still processing what he said when he continued. “I El Diablo, am your god from now. Is that clear?” He demanded. “YES!” We responded in unison, tears running down my cheeks as the word came out of my mouth.

Xenon glanced at his Beta Levi, and Levi got out of the car at once. He walked towards Miya, holding an umbrella. "Miya Benjamin, if you agree to be his Woman and do whatever he wants, then he will find your mother the best doctor and get her the best treatment and cover all the cost." "'I am not a toy. I'm not his possession! I will pay him back!" Miya crięd. Levi sighted as he stared at the stubborn woman. Humans! He will never understand their way of thinking.

"No matter what spells or twisted plans you have, I will not let you succeed." Dalia's grin widened, revealing a mix of amusement and disdain. "Oh, how delightfully naive you are, Lotus," she taunted. "You think your determination and empty promises can stand against the power I possess? You're nothing but a pawn in this game, and I will ensure that your little rebellion ends in despair." Her words cut deep, but they also fueled the fire within me. I refused to be reduced to a mere pawn, manipulated and controlled by Dalia's dark intentions. I had fought against adversity before, and I would do so again, with every fiber of my being.

“Please sit—if you don’t mind, of course.” Of course I didn't mind. I was the uninvited one in this scenario. It was a good thing I got a good-sized towel and chose to walk out of the bathroom wrapped in it. “Sure, I don’t mind.” I made sure to sit a good distance away from her. There’s a saying: A snake doesn’t give birth to a lizard. Or was it ‘a lion doesn’t give birth to a goat’? Whatever. The point is, Diablo couldn’t be much different from his mom—the woman who raised him. She could be an older, female version of him. Do I call her Diabla?

Looks like you’re still ruining things, Dad. But this time? I was done being quiet. Who's this Gideon. And how do I get my house back?

"I will not believe anything that comes from your mouth. My fiancé would never think of doing such a thing to me," "You're trying to turn me against Dante, so he can suffer but let me tell you, that I will never be toiled with, especially by someone like you!" Olivia yelled, glaring hatefully at him. "You've said enough nonsense from your mouth, now leave before I order Diego to put a permanent end to your miserable life!" Mateo glanced at Diego and if he was to have a duel with him, Diego would certainly win. Mateo wasn't a true Alpha which was already a weakness for him.

“The bowl is filled with blood.” Sarah and Arielle started shouting now, demanding answers to what it was their friend had dragged them into. Denver’s chanting grew louder, more frantic as he spat the words out one at a time. Fear was a fog that filled the air, cloying as it sat heavily in our lungs. Denver shouted the final verse, and I knew in my bones that it was too late. “Te invoco a profundus inferni!” The candles flickered out, plunging us into darkness, only for half of them to suddenly reignite.

___" lift him up... I was STILL conscious, they hooked their arms through mine and lifted me. ___ who are you and what do you want in my house? __I am diablo the head of the most feared mafia in this country. The men roared with laughter. Paolo continued: ___ And what does the big boss do alone in my house? Where are the countless allies you must have? ___" I was betrayed by my brother, he took away my post but I'm going to get it back but for that I need your help . I spit blood on the floor ___He's a lunatic! One of the men said...

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.