A Dance With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“You can’t deny what’s right in front of you. You’ve been living in a dream, and now it’s time to wake up.” The evidence was there—undeniable, horrifying—and yet I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept that Alex, the man I loved, was capable of such evil. Damon's face shifts, like flipping a switch. That smooth, flirty tone I know too well seeps back into his voice. He steps closer, his eyes on mine with a softness that feels so out of place now.

All Yours Daddy. Chapter 7. Nuella took a step from her standpoint. Her shaky legs walked her through the sides of the dancing crowd, hoping to get that one waitress who would pass by with a drink that could help quench the feeling of this burning desire. As she walked through the dancing crowd, she could feel Devine's burning gaze accessing every bit of her. Like, why won't he? His eyes were heavily rooted to her body with no intention to tear them off. They were the only ones who didn't have a partner to groove their body with, but their mind was grooving together. Even if Nuella's mind wasn't grooving, Devine knew that his own mind was yearning to groove with her as much as his clothed co

Author pov People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us. The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble. The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

He lends down to her level, their faces were just an inch away from each other. His gold-like eyes stare at her. "Better run little bunny, you are about to sell yourself to the devil" He whispers to her ears. Audrey swallows hard as sweat forms on her face. Thank god for the cloak, no one could see her frightened face. "What's worth serving a human mean while I can serve the devil directly!" She said, Cannon, smiled. "Ready to dive into the deepest part of darkness huh? " His hands caress her arms, and she shivers in response." Such a responsive bun," he said seeing her reaction to his touch.

Our eyes meet for a brief second and I almost feel bad I told on him, but then I remember how the dark-haired older man confronting Devlin with his eyes tried to smash me like a can and all he did was stand there, hand him the implement and watch the devil at work then later seduced me into bed with him. I cringe at the thought, disgust, the feeling creeping inside my gut. I let it happen. I let myself be used just to feel better about myself. I did this to myself. As negative thoughts whirl like a hurricane in my mind, my body begins to convulse. Using my periphery vision I notice the man’s hand in a paralysed state at level with his torso, but his fingers move back and forth, clearly givin

she cried as his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. Pebbles ran to the only place she could think of, the closet that rested on the second floor of the devil's mansion, but when she got there, another devil was awaiting her. “Did you miss me, Pretty Pebbles?” Harrison grabbed her and shoved her inside. “How I've missed you." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pebbles tried to scream, but her mouth was sewn shut. She thought to punch him, but her hands and feet were bound. Terror seeped from her pores when she lowered her head and realized she was naked and positioned for the devil to enter her.