Novelas y relatos de Scapegoat

"Dannazione (Screw it*), I do not have time for this bullshit. Ganovese owes Luciano a debt. An ancient debt that goes back to our father's time. Ganovese offers you protection until you come of age. Then you can do what you want with your life. Me ne frego (I don't care*)" "Santo," Matteo reproaches his brother before pushing him aside with a shoulder to stand in front of me. "Come with us, and you will be safe." "Why would I follow you? I do not know you," I flinch again as I hear Santo swearing next to me. Matteo puts his hands on my shoulders and gives me a sad smile. "We know what it is like to lose your parents, Lucia."

In case you wanted to violate the rules “This is what to do before any of your guards can enter the Most Sacred altar of the Aphrodite: You must first bring a young bull for a sin offering this bull will make each of them never commit the type of crime they committed and the blood of the young bull will enable any of them to come inside my shrine as well after I'm done carrying out the first sacrifice. Also, don't forget the sheep for a burnt offering. Make sure you put on the sacred linen tunic, with linen undergarments on your body which will signify peace and unity; You're to tie the linen sash around him and put on the linen turban. These are sacred garments; so you must bathe yourself w

Responsibilities that run deeper than some trick from a Goddess. The sanguidae from today are lost and confused, consumed by their hunger, and being led into a dark pit that some never come out of because of one sanguidae on a power trip. Honestly, I would love to rip the little shit's heart out, but Zarseti – once again in her supposed divine wisdom – gave the psychopath an animai and for that sweet girl’s sake, the fucker gets to live. For now.

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h

Mitch crouched low, his eyes focused, and for the first time, I saw him truly concentrate, his gaze becoming distant, as if he were reaching beyond the physical realm. For a long moment, Mitch stood there, silent. His hands clenched, his jaw tightening. Then, suddenly, his voice broke the quiet. “That’s not a goat,” Mitch said quietly, his eyes still locked onto the creature. “It’s the Skinwalker.” I could feel the weight of his words settling on us like a thick fog. The billy goat, the one that had been causing the trouble, was not just a strange animal. It was something far more sinister. Something that had taken on the form of the billy, something capable of shifting its shape.

people who spent entire afternoons forcing acetate records to play backwards, while squinting vainly, trying to understand some of the hidden messages in the songs or looking for the image of Lucifer in the reflection of the covers, saw their efforts frustrated. Even so, music inspired by his image continues to be composed and the horned finger salute has gone international across multiple music scenes. And this is no longer seen as satanism. Satanism took a more egregious turn. In January 2014, The Economist newspaper published an article entitled What do Satanists believe (in what do Satanists believe), on the occasion of the request by the Satanic Temple to put a statue of the Billy Goat

He was forced to hike up the mountain and eat dog food, while shouting apologies with no dignity left. As for Jenny's so-called friends who had bullied me, she had killed their pet dogs and forced them to eat their meat. In the video, the women were crying and vomiting, their eyes filled with fear when they looked at her. "Are you satisfied?" she asked. "If this still isn't enough, you can punish them yourself—" I pushed her away and stepped back. "Please keep your distance, miss." Jenny was stunned. "I know I was wrong, Caleb. Will you come home with me?"

Slowly, my strength faded. A crushing pain spread through my chest. My throat filled with the metallic taste of blood. My vision darkened around the edges. My arms and legs grew numb and heavy. Little by little, consciousness slipped away. When I opened my eyes again, I was floating above the alley. Below me, the man was still gripping my limp body tightly in his arms. I was dead. The moment I understood what had happened, a strange sense of relief washed over me. Finally! I would never have to be the family scapegoat again. I would never have to be hated by everyone around me.

Destiny has check mated their life again. ************** Sorry for the late update but I am having a massive writer’s block right now. Please forgive me and enjoy the update. Vote and comment. Stay safe everyone 😊

Rex added with an evil smirk, “revenge is sweet, isn’t it dung master?” “Although I do like a good gag, that was a little too much for me, I actually thought something was wrong, what is that old human story, the boy who called goat..” Markus added, rubbing his temple, it seemed this trip was giving him more grey hairs the longer it took and Rex was not helping. “You mean cried wolf? Why would goats be dangerous?” Rex said trying to supress a laugh.