The Divine Comedy Inferno Pdf Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Into the Inferno The roar of the flames was deafening, like the devil himself breathing down their necks. Dante Reyes kicked through another burning door, his heavy turnout gear already feeling like a furnace. At thirty five, he had seen hell more times than he could ever count, but this super fire fueled by climate dried forests and years of corporate greed was something else entirely. “Anyone here?!” he bellowed, voice muffled by his mask. "Can anyone hear me, he shouted."

It was an intoxicating, masculine cocktail that made my head swim. He stopped inches away from me. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, a furnace that threatened to consume me. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look up into those dark, predatory eyes. "Julio is a boy," Diego growled, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, pulling it down to reveal my teeth. "And you... you've been starving, haven't you? I've seen the way you look at me when he's not watching. I've seen the way your pussy aches just because I walked into a room."

I certainly didn’t feel like this before I was ambushed. “It’s just a mild sedative and some concoction that has been passed down through generations… it stops you from shifting. I honestly had no idea if it would work,” He continued on, taking a step back, as if examining me. “but by the looks of you… it did…. We call it Inferno. I’m sure you can guess why.” He looked down on me as if he expected me to answer. My eyelids are heavy, so I close them as he continues to speak. “The word Inferno is said to have come from the Latin Language. A word used to describe the lower world, or the lower parts of Hell. Fire.” I licked my lips, feeling the split skin against my tongue. What is that, blood I

I swear to God that if I can get him to die of diabetes from my food, I'll give away whole boxes of candles to all the churches. Santo lets out a disappointed sigh but immediately pulls himself together when he sees Elio leaning toward him. "Mangiare" (Eat*), Elio articulates while pushing his index finger into the wood. Santo may be wearing Don's ring, but no one is fooled about who has the authority in this house.

A low heat rose in my belly. His fingers lingered across my neckline. It made the room slightly warmer than the season warranted. And despite the chill of the day, I still felt the heat beaded up around my forehead. He leaned backward, breaking our heaven moment. His eyes held something I couldn't fathom. I watched as his claws and fangs protruded right in front of me. And slowly, he sank them into the woven fabric. Instantly, I was stark naked. The chill embraced me quickly. His fingers trailed across my beautiful jawline, his body heat made me arouse in some way I couldn't quite decipher. He tore his fabric apart, and he was standing naked in front of me.