Novel & Cerita Ojala Me Lleve El Diablo

“Don’t bother me; pay attention to yourself first, because if the carnage were a race, I’m sure you’d be upfront at the finish line then I’ll be at the back.” “Stupid, if the carnage is a race car, then they already have died before they even reach the dead end? What a moron!”‘ Diabolos declared. “And I’m going to collide with them in car racing? Perhaps they don’t know who I am,” he continued. “Haha! I’m just kidding. By the way, have you fixed the letters about Live Suicide?” Adrastos asked him before he leaves. He grins like a Cheshire cat. “Don’t worry, I’ve disseminated information about live suicide to various geographical areas using different methods.”

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***

Rithanya allowed herself to be enveloped in nature's embrace, a brief moment of respite from the confines of routine. "Watermelons!" Rithanya's exclamation drew Amma's attention. The sight of the piled watermelons arranged like a pyramid was a simple delight that seemed to lift Rithanya's spirits. "We will buy whatever you want," Amma responded with a gentle smile, a testament to her unconditional love and desire to bring joy to her daughter.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

And without turning around, she spoke—her voice low and deadly: “You made me, yes. But don’t forget...” She slowly turned her head, locking eyes with him one last time. “Ci vuole un diavolo più grande per scacciare un altro diavolo. E io sarò il tuo peggior incubo.” (It takes a bigger devil to drive out another devil. And I will be your worst nightmare.) Then she walked out. And this time, she didn’t look back.

"So this is the one who took away my amico. You killed my dearest friend." Rhea was helped up to her feet by one of his men. "Who the hell are you?" She panicked. The man approached Rhea. He looked at her dead in the eyes. "Those who are dear to me call me amico. Those who upset me call me diavolo. You shouldn't have taken away my friend signorina. You see, I was very fond of Alexander. He was one of my most loyal friends and I can count them in one hand. Now you will beg to die. Take her away."

Isla I ran like I’d never run before. Through narrow alleys that reeked of garbage and smoke. Past flickering street lamps and rusted fences. The cold air bit into my lungs, sharp and merciless, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Behind me, footsteps. Shouts. Boots hitting pavement hard. Closer. Then fading. Then closer again. I clutched my belly as I turned a corner, barely able to think straight. Every muscle screamed. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to cry. But Elijah was dying—because of me.

I am? "You're a Hillarca; we are Hillarca." Don't underestimate the blood that's running through your veins, Israel. "We Hillarca don't cheat; we are true to our words." when I learn that I am fooling around. Tacata, my little miss, my lady, my baby. Yes, I love her. But I regret that day. If we didn't fight, maybe she wouldn't be in such a state that makes my heart ache. "You will f*cking rot in hell! Your piece of shite!"You dare to fucking dare to lay your fucking dirty hands on my woman!"

He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles. “Fuck!” He screamed. The itchiness is too much. But he endeavored to continue speaking. “I knew they are good for the business. Just to inform you, El Diablo is known for providing high-class blood for our customers. Luckily, we just found not just one, but two good sources. We are going to feast on them.” As he spoke, the his skin separating from his muscles greatly disturbs Alpha Lachlan and his Beta. To their eyes, Angelo looks like he just risen from his grave.