Romans & histoires Evil Land

Because it was too large. It had too many dead bodies inside it. Too much smoke. Too much broken barrier. Too many names that would hurt him before they made sense. Elaine. Nyra. Tobias Viremont. Lucian. Edenwood. Vandwood. Calista. Beverly. Prima betrayal. Dragon kings. Wraiths. Extinction. All of it pressed against my chest at once, and for a second, I did not know where to begin.

To her shaking head, I gritted with determination. “Don’t you see it, E? The fact that you can’t find it means it’s deeply hidden. And people like Val wouldn’t hide something this deep unless—.” “Unless it would destroy him.” “It must be the truth. And it will save my father’s name—the Kratos name—our Blood Moon pack! I must do it.” Eva lowered her voice, her fear increased, “From the looks of it, Val kept Marion as his sex slave, A. What if he does the same to you?”

Victor looked back at the valley. Thousands of Ferals were screaming. They weren't wolves anymore. They were piles of black, weeping ink, trying to crawl onto the shimmering path of light Elodie was projecting from her chest. Every time a Feral touched the bridge, the light hissed. The creature would blacken, its weight dragging it down into the vacuum of the dying Earth.

It is suddenly not clear, like my brain is sucking away any evidence there was of the memory but my gut tells me I have to remember. My eyes now fully open as I stifle a yawn. I stretch over to my bedside table for my phone to check the time when I see yet another crimson envelope. A subtle awareness of the hell I’m in jogs over to my gut. I know, a few hours ago I wanted all this, but the question that keeps tugging and kicking on every corner of my brain; is it worth it? The devil is legendary for exploiting people’s weaknesses to his advantage, yet the more daunting that sounds, I feel even more encouraged to reach out for more.

He seemed to enjoy my bold spirit. “Vile? Is that what you think of me princess?” he asked, his eyes showing a flash of interest as if he actually cared what I thought of him. “Well you are literally the devil. The king of hell and source of all evil in the world. Why should I think differently?” I said glaring at him.

Eric took slow walks around her, thinking of the necessary part to start from. He stopped walking and squatted in her front, he wanted her to see his face while he explained the whole thing to her. “I am the son of Evans Draco, the fourth most dangerous man in the mafia world.” He stated with pride and he could see the shock on Rebecca’s face when he said that. “Wanna know who the first is?” He asked, but he didn’t get a reply. Rebecca’s curious gaze was already a reply for him, so he continued. “Your father, Michael Lucas.”

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

But he was so stubborn and stupid. Levi was about to part Evangeline's legs so he could do whatever he wanted to do with her. Suddenly, Evangeline opened her eyes. Her eyes were pitch black with red orbs in between. Her skin suddenly changed its color. From rosy pink to icy blue. Seeing the dark eyes, Levi fell on the ground. Her eyes looked as if he was looking into the eyes of the devil's daughter. She stood up and towered over him. "What the hell is that?" Levi yelled loudly as he shivered with the fear seeing at Evangeline.

“Come on, Evan… My virtue is on the line. Devin’s fortune will double if you don’t get Cali pregnant ‘before’ the wedding.” I shook my head in resignation, “you don’t even have a virtue!” Klaus glared. I glared back. How can they make a bet when I’m on the brink of losing my shit! Why am I cursed with friends like Devin and Klaus? “HE’S ZAKHAROV’S BASTARD!!!” Egor’s voice snapped both of us from our trance. The poor blooded man sobbed, begging for mercy. “Please… let me die.” “Dolce paradiso,” Klaus mumbled, disbelief and wonder washed over his face. “I’m in love.”

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******