Ojala Me Lleve El Diablo Novels & Stories

We look into the eyes of our victim—if she can even be considered one—before ridding the world of the poison. I gently kicked her heel on the side, making her sobs stop altogether and her back stiffen. She turned slowly, and her wide, scared eyes turned dark the moment she saw who it was. “You bītch! This is your fault. I’m going too—” her snarl broke the moment I placed the cold metal of the barrel on her forehead. “Let’s get one thing clear. Each one of you dug your graves the moment you messed with a Blanco. Manda i miei saluti al diavolo.” (Italian: Send my regards to the devil.)

In that humiliating life, Luz de Luna Plateada chose death. In hell, the judge of hell threw the notebook of human life and death to the ground, his gray face became more and more terrifying with anger, causing the messenger of hell to fear, tremble trembled, knelt down, and bowed to the judge of hell: “Who does he think he is? It's just a kid in the Dios del Sol mountain that dares to interfere in the affairs of hell." The judge of hell knows that if a person has run out of time to live and is still living in the human world, it means he has not completed his mission, so he must curse the two messengers of hell “I will go to heaven to denounce it, and that goddess too, what is her name?” Th

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.

"You're acting like I locked you in with the devil." "Yes, you did!" I shot back. I knew I was exaggerating, but for real, she did lock me in with the devil. Dante is the devil. "Do you know what he did? He is so infuriating!" Vittoria burst out laughing, as if the moment were funny.

She looked at Dante, who was full of anger because he had challenged her just now. "I can do worse than Lucifer did just now," Dante said in a cold, suppressive tone while holding both of Orella's hands. "If you finish me off, you'll never be able to touch the Red Eagle for the rest of your life." "Apparently, Juan told you everything," Dante said, and then he let go of Orella's hands, and now he was choking Orella's neck.

A small figure was crouched on a nearby building, pointing what I could swear was a sniper at Michael. A f*cking sniper! A f*cking sniper was on the building, and I didn't notice until he fired. So if it was actually meant to kill me, I wouldn't have known until I was f*cking dead. F*cking scary. "I am Diavolo for a reason. I am invincible." Lorenzo glowered at him as he picked up the gun and held it under his jaw. "Run home, stupid child, before you bleed to death. Go lick your wound like the dog that you are."

Maeve held Esme's hand. “Don't do anything out of your fear. Mr. Salvino is not going to harm you or Elea, especially if you will obey his wishes,” Maeve pleaded. Esme looked at her, completely silently. “And what if one day…his wish would grow toxic and more diabolic then?” And that question of Esme completely shut Maeve's mouth. The old lady was left with nothing to reply back now, and this thing brought an intense amount of fear to Esme because she knew….one day, he would definitely ask for something extremely unacceptable from her.

Fenrik says, and just like Ravok, he's also excited. “Stay away, Elara! Don't come here. I must never see you in this state,” I say with a deep growl before I change fully into my beastly form. I'm now the Devil Alpha and will kill anybody I come across.

They beat me, bit me, did every kind of depraved and painful thing to me. "Kill me! Please, kill me, I'm begging you!" I wanted to die and I begged for death. I couldn't live with the memory of that shit. I was dirty with every kind of excrement the human body can produce. Everything was on me. "Oh, that's the only thing we can't do! Diablo forbade it," Daniel laughed. "But we're going to do one more very nice thing with you." "NOOOO!" I screamed. "I can't take anymore."

Dahlia’s POV “Let go of me! Let go!” I shrill at the top of my lungs as Lola drags me out of the wine cellar. I didn’t know where I was kept, but I have little mind to care now because I have a much more urgent problem-- “I can’t breathe! The sun! The sun is burning me!” The hot, bright beams of the sun glue on my skin, and I can feel my skin melting like under acid! I’m a sinner! I will forever belong only in darkness! I can’t bear the sun!