Novel & Cerita Ahs Devil's Night

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.

Now, I am all ready to go. Descending down the long flight of stairs carefully because I am holding Bambi in my arms, I hear some voices. Strangely familiar voices, and as I hear them closely, I gasp silently. The voice that intrudes my night's sleep, the one that is the cause of my neverending nightmares. Devin a.k.a. The Devil. No, no, no! What is he doing here this soon? No, he can't see me! He can't catch me, again.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

" I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the chances of me falling for him were slim. Asher seemed determined to make me his, and I had a feeling he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. However, I wasn't scared, because falling for him meant death. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it." Asher's smile widened, and he nodded in satisfaction. "Good," he said as he opened the door. Moving to walk away, he glanced back at me, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes. "Oh, and one more thing," he said, his voice low and seductive, sending shivers down my spine. "They call me the devil for a reason. I always make deals that favour me. And I never lose."

Curious Alice, who wanted to know what was going, came out from behind Lilac and her heart rate increased when she saw the man with golden eyes. “Hi dear!” Ash’s icy voice sent shivers down Alice’s spine and the next second he was behind Alice with his claw on her neck. “Let her go!” Devon let out a vicious growl. “And if I don’t?” Ash asked with a devilish smile on his face. The next second, with an incredible speed, Devon Slender’s fingers were wrapped around Ash’s neck and Lilac gasped…

Right? Before I could respond, another text came in, from him. "See you tonight 😈" The devil emoji. Playful? Flirty? Or something else? Wait. "See you tonight." Not "have a good day." Not "thinking about you." "See you tonight" with a devil emoji. Like he has plans. Like something's going to happen tonight. The memory crashed back. "This was just night one." His words from last night. After he made me come crying. Night one. Which means...

I suppress a gasp. It's Devon. He just crawled out from under the bed. He's heading towards Ash now silently with a baseball bat in his hand. Ash is still glaring down at me in utter disgust when Devon whacks him on the head with it. He does so again and again until Ash is on the floor, passed out. Ash never saw it coming. He then kicks my gun out of his hand. It lands near me and I reach for it. I look back up at him. He's smiling at me. "You didn't think I'd let you down, now did you?"

“I’m helping you get through the cruelty of the world.” “Last time I checked, selling your soul to the devil doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending. I’m scared. I don’t want this anymore. To be you-you-your-your vessel of mercy. I just want a normal life, Devlin. I’m hurting still even after you promised me I’d be happy. You used me, Dustin used me and your father tried to reduce me into a pile of broken bones and ash. I don’t want this.”

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”