A Dance With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out

Fighting her instinct to stay away, she moved grudgingly forward, her imwilling limbs carrying her ever closer. ‘Dance,’ he said and she did. It felt so good to be back in his arms, within the safety of that strong grip. He danced expertly, but now his grip became stronger; she looked up and saw the red eyes of the devil. She was dancing with the devil. Her eyes flew open. She gasped for air. Moisture beaded her brow. She looked at the bedside clock, it was 7.30 p.m. Her breathing gradually slowed, but she dared not close her eyes again for fear the devil would return.

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm when she saw Visha lying helplessly on the cold floor of the filthy dungeon. Author's note: Don't forget to check out my new books – The Devil's Obsession (A forbidden romance story) and The Alpha's Third Mistress. You wouldn't want to miss out!!! If you can't find them in my list of books, just use the search bar to search.

Abeni cried out in pleasure, arching her back as he claimed her body. Their movements became more frenzied, their passion consuming them both. Abeni wrapped her legs around Dmitry's waist, feeling him deep inside her as he drove into her rhythmically. His strong hands gripped her hips, guiding her body as they moved together in a dance of desire. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her like a storm.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

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 Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.