Star Exorcist Novels & Stories

"There's no way! She's in love with Rick. She has been for a long time." "Did she tell you that?" Abbott grinned without humor, as Zac listened, taking it all in. "Yes," I replied. "She's been in love with Rick since before she became a vampire. This is ridiculous. I'm not listening to you anymore." "I'm just trying to tell you not to trust her, Star," Abbott replied. "And if she's with Rick or my wife ..." "Ex-wife," Zac interjected, crossing his arms. "Ex-wife," Abbott amended, looking into Zac's eyes, then into mine. "If they're with her, then Zac's mother's in danger, Star."

Gabriel took it, feeling the shock of skin against skin, feeling the mate bond flare between them with enough intensity that he saw Dominic's pupils dilate before iron control reasserted itself. They walked the red carpet together, Dominic's hand settling possessively on Gabriel's lower back, warm through the expensive suit fabric. Cameras flashed continuously. Gabriel heard whispers following them, voices that carried despite attempts at discretion. "Is that the exorcist?" "I heard Dominic rejected him years ago." "What is he doing here?" "Maybe the rumors about them were true after all."

Shall I send some of my boys to fetch her back, or will you bring her yourself? Xavier snarled, ‘Either way, she’s getting a fucking whipping when I get my hands on her, fucking ungrateful bitch needs to learn obedience before I hand her over to Samuel Morningstar.’ Maverick went cold. Morningstar was the Leader of Satan's disciples, a notorious MC coven that practised devil worship and treated its female members like slaves. They had no standing in their MC; all they were used for was sex, and he was heavily into human trafficking. Any woman foolish enough to fall into their clutches was used and quickly sold on for a healthy profit.

To his dismay, the staff disrespected her instead. Dominick could not recall walking out of the dungeon. Suddenly, he noticed a crowd by the garbage room, doubling over and vomiting violently. “Jesus, who sends of gift of decaying flesh? This must be some serious vendetta.” “I don’t think it’s rotten meat. Doesn’t it resemble a tiny human?” “A tiny human? Don’t tell me this is a fetal embryo. Oh, my God! What is going on here?” “With Ms. Costa expecting, sending this is too much. We should get rid of the thing before Ms. Costa sees it.”

His wife nodded as she turned and began to work upstairs but when they got there she wasn't on the bed anymore, they found her in her bathroom with her head bent over the WC as she threw up. Caleb rubbed her back continuously in a comforting way as Luciana rushed to get her water. When Luciana came back in, she was now sitting on the toilet floor with Caleb squatting in front of her. "Here," Bethany took the water from her hands and downed it quickly. "Wanna talk about it?" Caleb asked when her breathing became much more calm, Bethany shook her head tiredly. "Do you want to go back into your room?" He asked but Bethany shook her furiously, the amount of fear in her eyes shook the couple to t

“He called me. We talked. I yelled at him about the apartment swap. He suggested we meet in person. I agreed. And then I burned chicken aaannd we ordered takeout.” Anna gasps. “No.” “Yes.” “Nooo.” “Yes.” She clutches her chest like I just gave her terrible news. “You burned chicken in front of your ex?” “Tragic, I know.” She shakes her head. “Clarice, I raised you better than this.” “You did not raise me.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Details. What happened after the Great Chicken Disaster?” I roll my eyes. “We talked some more. We ate. We were civil… and then he left.”

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

Dexter roared. Countless flames erupted from his body, transforming into endless black mist. The mist then shaped into myriad skeletal faces, swirling around him. These ghastly faces looked sinister like fury materialized, and they seemed intent on devouring Alex. But even though he was surrounded, Alex showed no signs of fear. He closed his eyes and started chanting softly with his head bowed. Slowly, a white gentle light started emanating from his body and extended in every direction. Unable to withstand the soothing power, even the most ferocious ghastly faces lost their aggression. Accompanied by screams and moans, the ghastly faces dissipated into nothingness.

Don Vincenzo vomited blood again after saying all of that. “Carlo! Flavio! Chiama il dottore! (Carlo! Flavio! Call the doctor!)” Seth screamed for help. “Papà, per favore non morire! Per favore! (Papà, please don’t die! Please!)”

It was a voice both hauntingly familiar and deeply unsettling, yet I couldn't place its origin. The doors of the church swung open, admitting a gust of wind and a figure cloaked in darkness. With a microphone clutched tightly in his hand, he strode forward accompanied by a troupe of menacing accomplices. Fear gripped my heart, for in that moment, I beheld the face of my sinister ex-lover. "I love you, and I will have you back. No one but me is worthy of your hand in marriage," his voice seethed with possessiveness, his words an ominous declaration.