Blood Devil Csm Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

It’s a dark purple, it’s so enormous and poisonous upon breathing the smoke it releases. Samael laughed insanely, like there’s no tomorrow. Evil like him doesn’t just give up so easily and he’ll do everything to conquer the entire magic realm. Alice and the sisters frowned. It was the first time they saw a powerful devil slime and they couldn’t identify its weakness because its body is not just slimy but it also becomes a poisonous smoke when Demonise tries to slice it and it will grow back like nothing happened. This type of slime is so dangerous because the smoke could kill when inhaled.

"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.

It's our last day here. I'm almost reluctant to leave but I need to get back and see if the guys have been good. With Salazar around, there's nothing to worry about but once in a while, one of them thinks they can outsmart me by stealing or going to the cops. And I enjoy showing them why I was dubbed the she-devil. Fuck, I miss the scent of blood and the screams that come along with it. How many days has it been since I last had my pound of flesh?

Really is an extreme drink for straight people like Regi and Jenny. "Have a meal, Miss Jenny. We'll talk casually but surely." Gerand spontaneously rolled his lazy eyes. What Deny said was too ridiculous in his ears. "Oh yes, I will introduce myself first. My name is Deny Felixa. Owner of Felixa Corp in America. I plan to cooperate with this company. I am also Mr. Yosefa's younger cousin." Regi just stared embarrassed at the person who spoke, this was the second time he had heard this. Then it's still the same as before, that person's pretentious face is still visible.

he said. “I know.” We held the gaze a second too long for pure professionalism, and neither of us apologized for it. He reopened the mic. “Name the client,” he ordered. The operative answered without drama: “Whiteglass successor program, operating under the shell consortium Helix Crown.” The name landed like a blade. Dominic’s eyes went cold. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” “You know them,” I said. “Yes.” “Bad?” “Precise,” he replied. “And very well funded.”

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”