Novels by Dadalifted

Terry died when he was stabbed by Bobby shit. Instead of being sent to heaven, hell, limbo, or purgatory, Terry was sent back to earth by Saint Peter. His mission was to help hurl back the earthbound demons from Earth to their home in Ghoul.********* While Lucifer ruled over hell and demons, Samael had authority over the earthbound demons and their home in Ghoul. And it was his duty to keep them away from earth. But then, one or two among that spirit always escaped and they were caught before any damage was done. Saint Peter released the breath he had been holding. No doubt, Lucifer must be at the root of this. What is he up to? That lord of hell is as unpredictable as a loose cannon. "How can I be of help?" "I need some angels to help in bringing them back ." Saint Peter laughed sardonically, "You know that's impossible, right?" Sameal's grunted louder from the other side of the call. "Hmm... You will think of something, won't you?" "Sì." "Thank you." Saint Peter hisses and then presses the terminate button. "Saint Peter," Terry called out. The saint removed a pair of spectacles, wiped the glasses with an impeccable white handkerchief, and then placed the spectacles back at the edge of his nose. "I need your help, mortal."

When two identical but rival twins fight for a crown, fell in love with the same woman, and hate each other with passion, the expected conflicts burst out in the peaceful town of Greenwich, after the murder of the mafia king. El Capone believed in his father's decree and was ready to uphold his legacy. El Ramon hates his twin brother with passion, fell in love with his wife, and wants sole control of the largest island in Asia, along with the respect and wealth attached. The priest is the leader of the merchant from country P, and they all came in search of opium, found it in large quantities, and decided to reside in Greenwich because of its surplus supply of it. Humans' wants, as we know are unlimited, the more we have, the more we want. Priest desire the throne of the mafia king, and nothing can stand in his way. Except for the ghost of the mafia king himself.

"I see death... A lot of dead bodies where you are going," the voice of the soothsayer flow back into his mind. "The island I am posted to is peaceful. Did you mean there will be a natural disaster?" "No. It's your bad luck. I see death coming in the shape of a baby and swallowing everything and everyone else. Be careful and don't ever turn the page." "What are you talking about?" The old witch was silent after, and Zuma was shoved off by the next customer in line.

s that not our loathsome son-in-law?" "I bet he is. That son of nobody still come back after stealing from us." "I sometimes feel pity for him... Did you hear that Johnson is not his son?" "Yep. I heard from madam Alice... Served him right, he believes he is part of us because one of us gave birth to a son for him." "One more year and we will be free of his pitiful face." "Did you think he will survive if we chased him out of the villa?" "No, he won't. He is so dependable on us and will commit suicide as soon as he left that gate." "I may have compassion on him and employ him as my driver." "You are too kind. I can't even employ him as my laundry man." "Hahaha!"

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."