Todos os Capítulos de Devil's Reprisal: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 29

The AmbaramThere are different kinds of people scattered in the world. Even if a few of them share similar physical appearances, the same cannot be said for their nature and thought process.The individuals are influenced by the transpiring circumstances of life.The one who receives all riches turns out to be needy and dependent, but it doesn’t mean all people of this kind are corrupted and proud. Many in this horde are humble and well-wishers.The individuals that grow under the pressure of responsibilities and expectations often turn out to be puppets, a being born to only care and please others, always making sure that people around him are happy. But a few from the same margin become Rebels, the one who has promised themselves to live life on their terms.The list of circumstances is long and so is the wo

The AmbaramMorning arrives faster when the golden rays of a rising sun ride the horizon. With its racing light, the hue of blue scatters in the once-obscure and moonless sky.The thick fog covering the atmosphere profoundly starts to thin with the gust of filtering morning breeze. Birds in the tiny nests, birched on the higher branches raise their necks higher, uncurling themselves, increasing the surface area, and gently ascend from their protected eggs or the barely alive young ones. Their beaks parted to scream out the joy of dispersing night and beady eyes measured the limitless sky before they spread their wings and launches at the wide-open blues grazed with golden highlights. Their courage was both admirable and inspiring as they flew out of their warm nest in the crisp sky to taste the freedom and search for the meal. Their tiny bodies glide in the air effortlessly as they chirped

The AmbaramAfter a long bath to soothe his muscles and to clear his mind, Arnold slipped into his customary clothes. The image of Valentina lying naked on his bed under a thick quilt did little help. His entire body pleaded to forget the task at hand and snuggle with her. But noon was nearing and the tribe was wide awake. Before someone discovers Arthur’s body, he has to clean the site of any evidence.Killing Arthur was never a part of Arnold’s schemes. The dead man signed for it the moment he touched Valentina. He should’ve stayed away and mind his own business. But the lunatic side of avid nature drove him to cross the forbidden boundaries. Now the poor man has lost his life and will serve as a medium, a pawn of someone else’s game to accomplish the retribution.Locking the cottage from outside to ensure the safety of his sleeping beauty,

The Castle of BadenWhimpers and loud grunts rang in the royal chambers along with the furious slapping of skins. The smoke of burning marijuana and scented flowers lingers thickly in the area, suppressing the smell of desires filtering through the wild pair over the soft mattress of a golden bed.Henry’s face contorted in pleasure as he drove his thickness in the vaginal opening of his favorite mistress with wild abandon. Her face was pressed in a pillow as he took her from behind while imagining the face of the woman of his dreams. His right hand was slapping her bubbly juggling hips in regular intervals whereas the fingers of the left hand were busy in stimulating her pleasure but

BadenThe sun rose bright and early today, swallowing the chilly blanket covering the once eerie atmosphere. As the golden rays penetrated the lingering wisps of fog, the sparkling dew ravages the blades of trees leaves and green grass. The winter of Baden was no match to the freezing cackle of the Mountain of Udona or the hidden Ambaram. But it was enough to send chatter in between the teeth of folk and rattle their thin bones. Those spoiled rags covering their loose flesh barely concealed the body heat. Multiple holes stood proudly in the torn woolens and allowed the icy whips of morning air to bite the skin. The piece of worn-out fabric is all they held to fight against the cruel winter. The people of the richest nation weren’t as rich as the false glory of a demented king. They were struggling to meet loose ends of a simple life and were trekking the path of shattered dreams.As t

Castle of BadenIt was the music of crickets late in the night that made her open her eyes cautiously. Utter silence greeted her. No sound raised a pitch higher than the constant hum of tiny creatures hidden in midnight. She was aware of the burning gaze of the healer. Leonardo hasn’t left her side since she has arrived. Somehow this made her feel secure in the castle of sinners. The moment gong of the midnight was stung, she releases a relieved sigh and removes the covers from her body.The healer passed her a polite smile before standing up and bowing lowly.“I will watch the door, Princess.” The cunning man breaks the silence before disappearing in the direction of the doors of this big chamber. Valentina nodded as she stands up from the bed and stretches her muscles, coiled in tension. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time now. F

Baden15 years agoYoung BloodWhat do they say about it? The old folks sitting at every square of villages?This young blood has such a fire in it, thirst, and hunger that could bring the fate of most powerful rulers to dust. If this generation wants, they could achieve what is forbidden, dangerous, and unattainable. They are the rebels who spit anger on the unacceptable ways of society. They challenge every law on their way to maturity even if it could cost them dreadful consequences. A few clever ones consider every man a fool in front of their elevated courage. They are the beings who if given little power, can overthrow the gods that punish them.Because in the end, aren’t we all power-hungry.We all like to have an upper hand. The taste of having someone

BadenLub-dub Lub-dub Lub-dubThe heart of the man who has been nothing but an animal half his life cackled with an uneasy pace. The sky fell over his head, making him see the reality. The situation made him dead nervous as a thick sheen of sweat coated his body like a second skin. His vision blurred when eyes burned from watching the reflection of the man who he has stabbed in the back for power. The heir he believed has died years ago was looking straight in his eyes with hatred and satisfaction. Henry must have shivered with fear if he wasn’t so tensed anticipating the enemy’s next move. The heated ocean blues kept him pinned at one position, daring him to flinch. The sixth sense in Henry screamed that it was over now. He won’t breathe any longer. The son of the true King was going to slaughter and maul him, but a bigger part revolted stupidly. He was still the King of

An owl hooted in the dark and thick luxuriant forest.The rustling of leaves was heard when the cold winds whirled past them, carrying few dried petals and their essence. The trees stood tall and proud, like the warriors of an army shielding the fauna inside them. The birds sat in silence, awaiting the first rays of the morning sun that would dictate the start of a new day.The snakes crawled lazily, slithering their poisonous tongues and disappeared in their holes after quenching the hunger that was rattling them the entire day. The introduction of a variety of eagles in the area has left the vipers vulnerable to leave their holes in the day time. The nocturnal organisms as strolled in the safety of the dark forest in search of prey glowered at the dark cautiously. Their eyes shined as liquid b