Señor Tenebroso の小説・ストーリー

- Roberto said in a sarcastic tone. Then I began to tear the innards of his testicles with a fork, sticking in and pulling out, causing as much pain as I could. I didn't want him to bleed too much, or he would end up bleeding to death before what I had in mind to do. Mauricio didn't show any reaction as he listened to the man's screams.

“Because he asked me to. And what he asks, his shadow must do.” “Who is he?” “My master.” “What are you?” “I am Tenebris, demon of darkness.”

"You have no idea who I am. Or what I’m capable of, princess. But you’ll learn soon enough." Isabella flinched at his outburst. The man before her wasn't the sweet, smooth talking Nikolai that she met last night at the nightclub, the man who had taken her to heaven and back severally. He was Nikolai Volkol, the Don, kingpin of the Russian underworld.

Ghost Dawn city. Inside a spacious room, with a blinding red lighting. A man was casually seated in a couch languidly swirling the glass of wine in his hand, upon his lips was a seemingly amiable smile, but those that knew him could be certain that smile spelled doom. His face was a picture of good looks, however, the sinful aura he exuded could push someone away a thousand miles, his eyes calm but internally dripped with bloodshed, lust and greed. This man, was the renowned Antonio Dela Castro, Sebastian's age old nemesis.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

He exclaimed, "My boss is Nefario Black! You guys are finished! Absolutely finished!" Madison froze. "Who? Nefario Black?" Seeing her reaction, the thug puffed out his chest. "That's right! Are you scared? I'm telling you, it's too late!" Madison turned to Sebastian. "Seb, this name… Doesn't it sound like it was ripped straight out from a villain on a TV show?" Sebastian nodded and said, "Yes, it's from that recent hit crime drama." After a pause, he added, "The main villain, Nefario Black, ended up dying in the end."

said Wilson who was finding it hard to not to wring this woman's neck , if only he had a mana matching her's " surely , there is no need to degrade yourself in such a way and didn't you want to marry the Crown Prince? why don't you abstain ?" " Wilson , darling " said Jezebel as she touched her face in the mirror quite happy with the youthful look " Tenebris is the lord of crime , lust and taboo , everything that Etah condemns . By drowning myself in lust and enjoying my life instead of whining and getting angry about your and that old woman's failure , am I not showing my decency where am I degrading myself ? " Her tone changed from soft pitch to a dual evil tone , and when she turned aroun

I had imagined my death many times, but I never would have guessed it would be in the hands of him. Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality. Andre Castillo- member of the Malvado.

He splintered. Antonio {Blade Knuckles}hissed, his frustration evident. “Ese maldito desgraciado de Vincenzo. {That damn wretched Vincenzo}”. “¿Qué chingados con ese cabrón? {What the hell about that bastard}” Lucas asked vulgarly. His half-smoked Tobacco rested between his fingers, forgotten for a while. “Ese Desgraciado{That scoundrel} turned out to be a coward, hiding under the canopy of his henchmen,” Antonio{Blade Knuckles} purred.

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”