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In The Devil’s Arms Reina
"And now… give it to me…!" He demanded."Well, you see, honey, my soul may technically be yours, but according to the contract written right here, you've broken the rules." I smirked, holding back a chuckle. I wasn't about to just hand over my soul.“Condition number one, part A and party B are not allowed to fall in love… and you, my darling… fell in love first.” Hello, my name is Reina Haus. If you're intrigued by the deal I'd just mentioned, allow me to clarify. Yes, it was for my soul. But things didn’t go as smoothly as he'd anticipated. Allow me to take you back to where this twisted tale started. Buckle up, because this ride won't be gentle. —-*Bbbrr* "Oh, for the love of… not again!" The insistent alarm rudely interrupted my heavenly sleep, summoning me to my second shift. "When will this unholy nightmare end?" I groaned.I wasn't exactly an early bird, but neither was I the type to sleep in late. The sleep… I liked…I juggled two jobs: a day job at an office and a nightly
In The Devil’s Arms Intriguing Contract
I couldn’t believe it! Here? Now? Of all places and times?My jaw felt like it was cast in iron as I gave that impeccable face of his the once-over. He looked as if he'd struck a deal with Lucifer himself to get a mug like that.His hair, black and short, was always slick as the silk pillow I buried my face in every night. His eyes, dark as an insomniac night, twinkled like stars making light of the moon's absence. And that jawline... oh, that jawline..."Reina?" "Damn!" I cursed, louder than I intended."What?" "Nothing!" A little too quickly, I collected myself. "Are you okay?" Of course I wasn't. The CEO of the company I worked for – the stingy, insufferable, unrecyclable piece of trash – was the VIP guest. How could I be okay?"Absolutely! Why wouldn't I be?" I forced the corners of my mouth to curl up in a smile, while my right eye twitched like it was sending Morse code for 'SOS.' "Good! I need you for your A-game today."Easy for her to say. Her boss wasn't sitting right a
In The Devil’s Arms What Is His Deal?
Of course this son of a rock would say something like this. “Eh?”“I know that I’m charming, but you can never break this confidion.”“As if! Have you ever looked in the mirror?” I yelled at him, knowing damn well he did. The beauty of this man was like a grocery store’s new and untouched plastic bag. It was me who couldn’t look into the mirror without cracking it. “I’m sorry?”“Yes! There’s no way in the world I could fail this confidition…” now I was the one laughing it.“So, would you be ready to sign it?”“I would like to see the contract first.” I crossed my arms around my chest and lifting my right eyebrow, I stared into him. A short sigh left his lips like a cunami in the middle of the ocean, for no reason.“Yes, of course.” While I looked at the bar, through the darkness of this room to see what Brett was doing, surprisingly the contract appeared on the table. I don’t know how he did it, maybe he was keeping it ready just in case he knew I’d say yes. I felt like a used
In The Devil’s Arms Meet The Conditions
"Seriously, what the hell!” I sputtered, my lips twisted into a frown. The absurdity of his declaration was absolutely baffling."Your slave? Are you joking? First thing in the morning, no less!" I raised my voice, incredulity seeping into my tone. 'What an idiot!'"Reina," he began, his voice held a hint of impatience. "I know it's difficult for you to act with any semblance of normalcy, but I'm not here to engage in some childish game." He lifted his head, his gaze pierced mine with a startling intensity. His eyes, they usually were so calm and unreadable, now seemed to glow, reflecting a brilliant, almost demonic red. "Are you wearing lenses, by any chance?" I attempted to divert the conversation, his intimidating countenance made me feel quite uncomfortable."No. I will explain more when the time is right." he answered casually, adjusting his tie as he did so. I had to admit, the man had a sense of style. His wardrobe was a walking, talking fashion trend. Or maybe it was just his
In The Devil’s Arms Secret Society
As we stepped through the red door, I was momentarily blinded by the sudden darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light revealing a room bathed in an eerie, crimson glow. The walls were draped with red velvet, and the air was thick with an intoxicating mix of incense and something metallic I couldn’t place. People moved about the space fluidly, their identities concealed by dark, ornate masks. It felt like we had stumbled upon a clandestine gathering, a secret society hidden beneath the bustling business above. The sight was so outlandishly strange that I couldn't help but gawk, even though I remained silent as he had instructed. We navigated through the masked figures, their hushed whispers were creating an ominous hum in the background. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat was echoing the rhythm of my mounting anxiety. I couldn’t understand what was happening, but there was no denying the aura of danger that permeated the room.Finally, Aryan guided me into a smaller
In The Devil’s Arms Back To Square One
As Aryan's gaze locked with mine, his strict look softened, and a ghost of a smile danced at the corners of his lips. The oppressive silence that had cloaked the room lifted momentarily as he pondered my question. The air was still thick with the remnants of our earlier confrontation, and curiosity gnawed at my insides. But before I could voice my thoughts, he beat me to it."Reina," his voice was like a soothing balm against the tension, "what you've stumbled upon today is just the tip of an iceberg. The truth is a labyrinth, and I promise to guide you through it. But understand this: I'm not the man you think I am."His words were like a siren's song, luring me into a mystery that begged to be solved. My heart pounded a tribal rhythm in my chest, *thump* *thump* *thump*. Each beat was a battle between the instinct to bolt and the desire to decipher the enigma that was Aryan."As for 'Devil,'" he continued, a wry smile tugged at his lips, "it's a moniker that holds weight in this w
In The Devil’s Arms His Rebellious Assistant
Author Here: Aryan’s and other characters’s pov will be written in the third. Aryan: “Rise and shine, my dear," a rich baritone with a hint of sarcasm reverberated through the dimly lit room as Aryan sank into the well-worn leather chair. His gaze was intensively and unyielding, remaining locked onto Reina who passed out on his desk. Her expansive and cerulean eyes were like the summer sky, now concealed beneath closed lids, harboring a world of secrets. Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno.Yet, there was an aura about
In The Devil’s Arms Bloody Mary
Reina’s POV‘To a meeting filled with devils…’ I mumbled. What on earth was this guy talking about here now? As we walked through the buzzling mall, butterflies kept dancing in my belly. I felt the joy filling it up inside my heart. I was happy to receive this bag, very happy. But seeing how easily I got it, it makes me wanna think if this contract with him was something that I complained about too much. “Here, this way.” He gently placed his right hand near my back to protect me from something, and allowed me to get inside first into the dimly lit room. “Aryan, where are we?” “Sshh. Don’t say anything, just follow me.”Walking through the door, I had no idea what awaited me in that meeting. But the sight that greeted me was anything but expected – a sex shop filled with an assortment of toys and bondage items. “What is this…?” I mumbled, and glanced at Aryan. ‘Why did this weirdo bring me here?’My discomfort was obvious, and now I couldn't help but label Aryan as a pervert in
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