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8: THE DEVIL'S KISS
Fiona CakesIf you've arrived at the end of this chapter, then I thank you for giving my book a chance. I know it's not a supernatural book, but I promise you lots of steam, romance, and drama to keep you guys hooked. Also, who do you guys think has trapped Pebbles in the closet? Before you guys go wild, no, it's not Sinister. This book has no form of incest. Read on to learn more. Thank you all for your support and as always, walk with God. ❤️ FIONA.
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COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 9: THEY'RE ALL DEVILS
PEBBLES' POVSardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent.With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and darkness in his cold soul through his eyes.His hands left my chest. The left hand trailed its way lower until it stopped at my waist, while the right hand held the knife, running the sharp tip down the front of my blouse, ripping it down the middle. ”I bet you have never been fucked by a real man," hi
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 10: THE DEVIL'S ULTERIOR MOTIVE
PEBBLES' POVSeptember 6th, 2008It had been five days—five long and exhausting days. I had not seen or heard from Chris since the incident that occurred in the girl's locker room. I was dreading what that devil boy was planning. *knock* knock* knock* I immediately knew who was at my door by the rhythm of the knocks. “Come in, Maxwell.”His handsome face peered in from the narrow aisle, and he outstretched his arms to hug me. “Come here, you," he wrapped his huge limbs around me, lifting me off the ground as he squeezed me.“You're squishing me," I mumbled. My face was pressed up against his chest, that was restricting my oxygen.“Sorry Miss Pebbles," he chortled and lowered me back to the floor. “I am just happy to see you," his smile sparkled like a star. “It is always a delight to see you, Maxwell.”“Anyway, Sinister sent me to tell you he is waiting on you downstairs. He is taking you to dinner.” Maxwell's face was very stoic. I hugged my belly and bellowed out the most unlady
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 11: PENPAL FRIENDS
“What is taking Sinister so long? I am conducting a meeting at 7 in the morning. The quicker we get this over with, the sooner I get to go home and prep.” Mary Dickson complained. She was a viper who didn't take it lightly when people had her waiting. “Mother, be patient. He still has another half an hour to get here,” her son, Bradley, told her.“Bradley is correct, darling. He will be on time.” Her husband, Thomas, added, giving her a modest smile.“Thomas, you know I like punctuality. In business, being on time is still late in my book," Mary groaned. She had been flourishing by that statue for years.“Mother, remember you're hypertensive—you don't want to elevate your blood pressure, do you?” Bradley sought to pacify her. After her mild heart attack a few years ago, she reached out to him and apologized. They had been working to rebuild their mother-son relationship ever since then, and how slowly it was building. “Dad, may I be excused? I cannot take all this old people chit-ch
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 12: ACE DICKSON
ACE'S POVThe cool breeze caressed my face as I strode out into the evening. I was bored out of my fucking mind. Dad knew I didn't wish to be there with them. I did not want to sit and dine with a bunch of snobby rich people - Grams was the only exception. I mean, I grew up wealthy, but my old man taught me to not let money dictate who I was and how I treated people. And that Sinister Hemington that dad always spoke about sounded like a filthy fucking asshole. He tried to marry off his daughter Bianca to my father a few years ago because he owed my grandparents money. I kicked at a pebble I saw on the grate while walking leisurely in the moonlit evening. I thought about Lonergirl and how I was counting the days until our meeting. Not only that, but I told her I purchased a brand-new car; it was a 2008 Mercedes-Benz. I had it remodelled just for her. She preferred the colour purple, so I had it repainted to match her liking. The name Lonergirl was embroidered on the seats, and the na
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 13: TWO DEALS WITH TWO DEVILS
PEBBLES' POV“Billy, make a turn on your upcoming left. We are picking up my lawyer,” Sinister informed the driver.“Yes, Mr. Hemington.”The devil’s phone rang, and he answered.“What is it, Blair? — I will be there in the next half an hour. Wait for me, we will enter the restaurant together. Good.” So, Blair would be at dinner too. Great! That meant Jenna would not be too far, either. Sinister made a call to someone else, telling the person to meet him at the restaurant. Suddenly, my phone made a pinging sound.Holy crap! I forgot to put it on silent. I cautiously opened my clutch, and I quickly checked the phone. It was a message from Badboy2.0.💋Badboy2.0: Hey there, my little butterfly. I miss you.I contemplated whether or not I should reply, but I knew if I didn't, he would just keep texting me.❤️Lonergirl: Srry, cnt tlk nw. I hoped that that would be sufficient for him to wait to talk later. I was finally going to tell him how I truly felt.He made me feel things I thought
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 14: YOU'RE A RAPIST!
“Jesus Christ,” Pebbles gasped in shock. She raised her palms to her face and shielded her eyes from the nasty scene in front of her. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized.“OK, you're forgiven. Now get out —" Ace growled, then he grabbed a hold of the blond's head and rammed his member down her throat harder. “Ahhhh yes,” he moaned out. What a rude asshole, Pebbles thought to herself. They were in a public place, for heaven's sake. The blond was still on her knees doing her business. Although Pebbles' eyes were concealed, she still heard her slurps and gags.Pebbles exited the bathroom even though she really needed to pee. The men's accommodation would have to do. She would just be in and out, she told herself. Pushing the door open to the men's room, she poked her head in first and scanned the area. “Empty,” she let out a huge breath, then hurried to one of the stalls. When she was finished, she moved to the sink and washed her hands. The door to the bathroom opened, and her skin became p
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 15: HEARTACHE AND PAIN
ACE'S POVRage grew like a seed inside me. Like a lethal poison, it seeped through my pores, screeching and wailing. It demanded to be released in the form of unwanted violence. Fury swept off me like a ferocious tsunami; like an angry volcano erupting.If I was a minute too late, that poor girl would have gotten raped. I knew it was my fault. If I hadn't been fucking that Jenna girl in the bathroom, then she wouldn't have been in the men's room.“Now get out,” that's what I yelled back at her when I had my dick in Jenna's mouth. This was all Lonergirl's fault. My heartbreak came into waves of grief. Stealing my appetite and sleep alike. It left painful shards of hurt embedded in my gut. I was a warrior, but even men of war took off their armour, and that was what I did. I opened my heart up; wide and vulnerable, and she carried it in her hands for four years. She cared for it and in return, it pumped and lived in her name — but then she went and shredded it like minced meat. Now I
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 16: BITCH NAME BLAIR
PEBBLES' POVFebruary 13th, 2009Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The new year rolled in like a thief in the night. Chris went back to Rome. Apparently the little sketch we pulled off worked. The Dean of The American University of Rome bought Chris' story about our private photos getting leaked after his jealous psycho ex, Jenna, stole his phone as revenge for him dumping her.Sinister went away three weeks ago on business. He was set to return on February 15th. Jenna had been texting some guy she met a few months ago. I overheard her telling one of her friends over the phone how she slept with him on the first night they met in the restroom of a restaurant. How classy. I rolled my eyes sarcastically.Blair's animosity towards me grew into a deadly tumour. Ever since Sinister announced to the household that Harrison and I were to be wed soon, she had been making my life a living hell — well; I was already living in hell, but let's just say she had turned up the h
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