Novel & Cerita Pierce Lucifer

Lucian said with a reassuring smile, "I'll find you after everything is over," Lucifer's gaze drifted weakly to Alexa, the silver-cloaked bullets draining him of his life force with each passing moment. The searing pain of his wounds was a grim reminder that his time in this world was coming to a close. Despite his supernatural resilience, his body refused to heal, and he knew deep down that the end was near.

Chapter 38 - A new low Perseus I am going to fucking kill Lucifer. I will gut him like a pig and string him up for all to see when this is done. The fucking wastelands, that's where the bastard decided to take me. Nothing screams desperate like drugged-out prostitutes and homeless people who wreak of death and their own shit.

MARILYN Lucian stormed in with great fury, his blue eyes blazing angrily because I had called him with tears. "What happened?” I couldn’t stop crying, before giving him the letter. “Lucifer…. Lucifer is… Lucifer is alive.” He hugged me and I cried in his arms for a while, then he read the letter for a while. He stopped and kissed me. “Don’t cry again. I’m here now” We both sank onto the sofa, and he studied the letter again. “But this is not Lucifer’s handwriting?”

Now he wants to torture me. He trailed kisses up my chest, across my collar bone, to my neck, where he kissed and sucked. Keeping his one hand on my wrists, he ran his other hand along my body and curves, his fingers aiming for their destination. His index finger found my clit, rubbing gently in circles. I cried out as he touched me, trying to pull my hands away so I could touch him. He laughed softly as he leaned over my ear. "What did I say, Lilith? No touching allowed."

I exclaim. “You don’t know?” he’s even more confused than I am. “Oh god, Percy. If you didn’t do this then whoever did is about to fuck up your entire life.” “Zion, for god’s sake. Just tell me. You’re killing me.” “Lucian was sent to the hospital with severe damages to his legs, arms, and fucking face!! he was viciously attacked last night, injected with wolfsbane that prevented him from shifting. The photos are bad. He’s unconscious. Fighting for his fucking life. If he dies you’re going down for murder.”

She sunk her sharp nails into my throat forcing me took choke while Dad slammed the door shut. I fixed my terrified eyes on the blood stained floor. I was sure my heart was beating for the last time when I saw Will Still pull out a pistol. "Look at me,lucipher!" Dad boomed again. "It's time you get to understand what it means by messing with the family. You f**ked up already by killing her. You are not one of us," he posed and blew the tendrilse of thivk bhang smoke into the air. "But we are human enough to consider giving you an option to be alive till this hour. And there's only one option if at all what you want is to continue being alive," he explained in a throaty voice.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

Lucian had heard the story from his mother a million times in his fifty Lecanther years, and he still believed it sounded an awful lot like they had something to do with the plague attacking only shifters in the first place, but no one listens to him anyways so he kept shut about his theory. A lanky boy came rushing from the other end of the open hallway waving furiously at them. Lucian immediately recognized those raggedy clothes from a distance. The hole on the left side of his favourite shirt all patched up so neatly it was hard to believe that this same guy was stabbed by a human only the day before. "I've been looking everywhere...for you." Evander panted hard, his lungs screamed at him

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Pierce's eyes rummaged throughout the room, sweat was suddenly on his forehead. "Ma..master!?" He queried, still caged in a deep thought that was hovering in his mind. "SAVE YOUR SKIN, YOU SHALL BE REWARDED SON!" Liam's words painted themselves before him, bringing him back to life. Liam's sonorous voice echoed inside his ears, creating waves in his soul— waves of despair that were entwined with fear and zeal. "I will redeem Master. He is gone…I will be your SON!" Pierce whispered through his gnashed teeth, looking up at the ceiling with a silent prayer. Fear was silently washing out of his figure— for an obscure reason, his silent prayer was healing his broken soul.