A Dance With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

Damian sat in his study with a wine glass in hand. His eyes stare blankly at the documents scattered across the desk, but his mind is not on numbers or business strategy. He was replaying the plan he had laid out years ago-make the girl fall in love with him, break her down by leaving her, then watch her fall apart, just like his mother had. Damian clenched his fists until his books turned white. "I can't lose focus," he muttered. "Yara is just a tool. She must pay for her family's sins." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden anger.

Tiny things that would randomly appear within our heads while I used my time sparingly to help him as well. Each of us bouncing ideas for one of his latest projects. With a sketch pad in hand, Tony uses the afternoon to draw up sketches while I sat off towards the side of the room, my body covered by a blanket as I just read books upon my tablet. Fully immersed within my books, Deal with the Devil. My book about an Irish Enforcer who ends up falling for a Bratva Princess. A Bratva Princess who was also a ballerina and an illegitimate child of the Russian Mob Leader.

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

She had to freshen up and then eat. She was putting the books back up, this shelf was high so she had to climb up but in the process of putting it up, a couple of books fell down. “Oh God" she sighed to herself, annoyed with what was happening. She went back down and was arranging the other stuff when a name stuck out to her. She didn't know why it did because she had never seen anything of it but she couldn't look away. “The Nochnye Yastreby" the name was Russian but it felt familiar. Had she heard of it somewhere? She picked up her phone to search for it but when she put the name, nothing came up.

She wasn’t sure what this new chapter would demand from her. When she reached the bedroom, she quietly opened the door, expecting to find the space empty and inviting. Instead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Mrs. Hayden, the housekeeper, was standing by the bed, holding Delilah’s large black book—the book! The one where Delilah had jotted down notes about her clients' gory requests. It wasn’t just any book—it was private, and Mrs. Hayden had it open, her eyes scanning its pages with a focused intensity.

My fingers tightened around the book, and I knew this was what I wanted to read. “Interesting choice,” his amused voice came from behind me. “Yes, I think this is going to be my next read.” My fingers slowly slid against the title of the book. His hand tightened against my arm, jerking me around to face him. My hair spun like silver ribbons striking his face. “Even the devil has a reason to become the devil,” he said rigidly. His nostrils flared. “Don't forget that, Zorya. Never forget that.” The yellow slits in his eyes narrowed at me, but it was the hidden pain in them that shook me to my core.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

He ferociously glared at her, shooting daggers out of his eyes in hopes of killing Veronica in one strike. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was now on the bed with Sebastian atop her, propping his hand on the bed as he glared at her beneath him. "Oh really? Do you want to try and see if it's pleasing to the body?" He asked sinisterly, an evil grin threatening to be released from his face. For once, Veronica stiffened as her back drenched in sweat. It was then she realized she had sucessfully angered the great devil. Not wanting to lose the battle, she pretended to be unaffected as she twirled the corner of his sleeves pyjamas seductively while batting her lashes.

Russo noticed my excitement and extended his hand. "Dance with me," he said, his voice a low, enticing murmur. I accepted his invitation, and we joined the sea of revelers, the music engulfing us. Russo moved with a grace and confidence that was as hypnotic as the music itself. His presence on the dancefloor commanded attention, and it was impossible not to feel drawn to him.

She tried to make her soulmate, Philly, change from his killing ways since his heart has been cold. She succeeded and try to teach him a secret dance she didn't show Nora. Teaching Philiy the steps one after the other makes Daisy happy. Everything was normal until Philiy disappeared one night and came back more dangerous than before and to Daisy surprised, he has magic. An old dangerous powerful Ninja resurface claiming Philly as hers and would stop at nothing to get him. Craig returned more deadly than before. Daisy has to prove her love for Philly with one Final Dance. A Dance With Daisy (My Cold Hearted Killer) Book 2