Black Devils Cigarettes Novels & Stories

With that, he threw the cigarette on the floor and stomped on it with his worn out black Nike. The devil wears Nike. "I'll do it, you'll return my soul, right?" I tore my eyes off the Nike and focused on his gaunt face currently wearing a crooked grin. "Deal?" "Deal, Ruby Davies. Deal." He extended his bony hand out for a handshake which I chose to ignore. No way on earth was I touching that man. "How can I even trust you?" The stars were returning now and the night's noises seemed to be coming back gradually and most importantly, the devil seemed to be fading bit by bit.

The touch…reminded him of the black smoke that invaded his lungs on the night his parents died. It also reminded him of the impossible images he had seen. Claw marks, sharp and animal-like. His mind had been foggy from his rasping lungs, but he could have sworn he had felt descended claws tip up his chin in horrifyingly slow motion as his lungs busted in his chest, begging him to run. Her long raven threads of hair draping over his body in a promise for the forsaken, his mouth had opened in a silent scream. That black hair… dripping red with the blood of his parents.

My eyes were on his lips, I could hear the soft pounding of my heart beat. I quickly moved away from him, steadying my swaying senses. "Thank you." "You are welcome...",he gave me a flirtatious smile, "... I am not entirely a bad person, so, take advantage of this opportunity. I am not this nice to people. It's just me being upstanding for the moment...",he took out a metallic wallet from his pockets. Opening it, he took out a black cigarette stick, placing it on his lips. I recognized that brand, it is odorless and as expensive as the big cigars.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

That was why I was here, to drink off the sadness and sorrows in my heart. "Black devil vodka," I said in a cold tone as I sat close to the bartender. He stared at me with a surprised look probably with a hint of panic. "Black devil vodka?" He asked to be sure if he heard me right. "Yes," I said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. I knew how powerful the black devil vodka was but I didn't care because that was what I needed. I needed something powerful to quench the anger, sadness, and pain in my heart.

Steffy automatically kicked the side of his leg when she heard that, making him groan in pain. "What's that for? Jeez," moaned the young man. Steffy took a few steps and sat at her usual spot. Taking an expensive cigarette, she lighted it up and casually put it between her lips. "Do you smoke?" she asked him. "You bet!" She tossed the pack along with a golden lighter. Yolo expertly caught them both. "Woah. These are expensive!" In his hand was a pack of Ashton VSG Corona Gorda, one of the most in-demand luxury cigars on the market.

replied Devon, who took Mikaila's cigarette and put it out. "My room has just been perfumed. Don't ruin it with your cigarette smoke," said Devon, quickly cutting off Mikaila, who was just about to try to protest. "Uncle, you won't die with just one of my cigarettes," Mikaila continued. "Then what did you come for? Did you come to sell your friend?" said Devon, walking towards the wine rack and taking out three glasses. "If your friend is useless, then sell it. Isn't that what you told me?" said Mikaila, taking the glass from the hand of the man she called uncle. No blood was connected between their bodies, but the bond between her father and Devon was more potent than blood.

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.

Within minutes, the room had quieted, now holding only three people: Denis, Simon, and Liam. Denis turned his chair, settling in the leather seat at the far corner of the room. With a flick of his lighter, he lit another cigarette and leaned back, exhaling a slow, calculated stream of smoke. “Put up the screen. Let’s see the history on the girl,” he said, fingers lightly tapping the armrest. “We’ve gathered all the details we could,” Simon nodded toward Liam, who took the cue. The screen at the end of the room flickered to life. The lights dimmed slightly, drawing all eyes to the projection. The first image was simple—yet deeply telling.

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.