Better The Devil You Know Meaning Novels & Stories

or if only I had been wise enough to pull any of their shirts along with me — after all, they were not leaving the pack like me. I was leaving the pack! The realisation struck me like a lightning and my shoulders deflated in pain. I could not believe this. Though my pack had treated me awfully, I had always thought I would live and die in it. I never had any intention to leave and right now, I still found myself wondering if there was no other way I could avoid this. What was this saying again? The devil you knew was better than the devil you do not know? What if I faced worst wherever I ended up? What if I do not get accepted? What would I do then?

They won't be able to get a reaction out of me. I am the devil's daughter. But what they still don't know is that I'm worse than the Devil. And nothing will stop me when my revenge falls on them.

Sensing my difficulty, Damon decided to help me out, every word dripping with a dangerous edge, still I found him impossibly appealing. “I believe the saying was, its better to take the angel you know’s deal, right? At least here no one would humiliate you outside again.” ‘Meaning he’ll humiliate me?’ I couldn’t help asking myself. I looked up, meeting his stare. “You got it wrong. The devil you don’t know is better than the angel you know.” “Shh,” he cut me off, pressing his index finger on my lips and leaned close to my ear. “You’ll be wise to fear the angel you do not know but my protection is something you cannot pass out on.”

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s

“That’s because you are barely interested in people, up to the point of wanting to know more about them.” Orion drew a long breath, letting it out with a glance at the photo of a lion that was hung on the wall, and he shrugged, letting the answer to Jordan's word slip past his mouth. “As the saying goes,” he paused, clearing his throat. “The devil you know, is better than the angel you don't.”

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Kaelen had won. But I was not going back. I would drag myself and my son into the freezing wilderness and become a rogue. I would sleep in the snow, eat raw rabbits, and mask my scent in the mud for the rest of my miserable life. That was a million times better than returning to my own vomit—returning to the pack that sold my child for a chest of gold. Knock. Knock. I froze. My heart slammed into my throat, completely cutting off my air supply.

Cassian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he watched himself disappear inside her again and again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Sera reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while bouncing on him. When she came, her walls fluttered around his cock, triggering his own powerful release. They cleaned up, dressed in power suits, and prepared for war. But something fundamental had shifted between them in the night. The devil was no longer just kneeling. He was beginning to worship.