Novel & Cerita Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs

The Devil's Gaze Mirabella let out a soft laugh, leaning slightly forward on the polished counter, her fingers now wrapped around a glass of sparkling lemonade. Mario, the grey-haired bartender with eyes that still held a glint of wild youth, had just told her a story about a drunk politician who'd once mistaken the stage for a urinal. "And he pissed right there on stage," Mario said, wiping a glass dry with a knowing grin. "Stage lights and all. He damn near gave the girls a stroke."

The patrons erupted into cheers, whistles, and applause, their faces lighting up with excitement. The bartender raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and concern etched on his face. "Alright, buddy, let's make sure you can cover this," he said with a chuckle. Devon grinned, unfazed. "I've got it covered," he said, waving his wallet in the air. "Pour 'em all around!" The bar erupted into a frenzy of clinking glasses, laughter, and music, while Devon stood atop the table, basking in the attention, his generosity and confidence infectious.

🎶 Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere 🎶 I looked around and saw they all had red cups in their hands and they were all sweaty. 🎶Hands in the air like we don't care 🎶 They didn't care, else they won't be here in this noisy place. The music was noisy. 🎶 'Cause we came to have so much fun now 🎶 Fun? They were having fun by smoking and grinding bodies together? "For once admire the scenery and stop over analyzing everything," the voice of the devil—Susie echoed in my ears.

Rico’s Pov I HATE YOU RICO” I heard Ashley yell And I hate you more “ I yelled back Just immediately a message popped up on my phone reminding me of a meeting that will be held tomorrow. The company is having meetings with all our investors and partners to our company . One of the company partners son is my rival. I don’t see him as a rival though because he is way below my standards but then again I hate his guy. Sometimes I wonder why the hell they choose to partner with my when we both hate each other. I drove down to my favorite bar to have a little bit of fresh air.the bartender brought my usual drink while they go get the ladies like always. Two slim ladies walked up to me dancing and

We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

not like some devil who teases me always thinking about devil here he comes I thought he will shout on her strangely he supported her later he praised her for coffee woah what exactly happening to this devil hey God did you listened to my prayers after all these years thank you god for showing a way for me atleast now this devil changes ♡SRISTE POV♡ I got ready early but due to mari we all became late whatever we reached to office by that time he didn't arrived yet I went to top floor one girl said he asked me to wait in his cabin I'm waiting for him by that time only I seen a fish I'm talking to it when I seen they're behind another man also with him the girl who sent me inside was lying th

I smack talked, even though I knew there was no way I was going to win against Quentin. "Here's your drinks," the bartender announced as he set two trays and filled our shot glasses, "this is Devil's Springs Vodka," he informed us, "since you're trying to see who can win, this will definitely knock you off your feet." He looked at us after filling the shot glasses and placed his hands on the bar, "I hope you both live to see another day," he told us and I turned to Quentin. "You sure you don't want to back o-"

He said, “Okay. Let’s have breakfast and then, I’ll have you for dessert.” Freya: “...” Inner Devil: ‘Now this is what I’m talking about!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s not hungry, he’s starving. You’re the five-course meal, and he’s got no utensils.’ The devils laughed together before more remarks came. Inner Devil: ‘Your uterus better clock in. Overtime shift coming!’ Inner Devil 1: ‘Cancel your plans. You’re not walking straight till Friday!’

Guilty of the crime of absolute stupidity. “Lilac, actually.” The tired-looking one is choking—oh, wait, that’s laughter. It sounds a bit painful and rusty, like a cat coughing up a hairball. Yikes. I’m not sure whether to laugh or call an ambulance. And then I see him again. “The devil speaks,” I announce grandly, because my brain is too drunk to control my mouth. “Go on, satan, confess your crimes to me.” The Tired One wheezes harder, but the devil just smiles— a slow, dangerous curve of lips and lashes.

William said as he slid onto the stool. The bartender nodded before pouring the devil’s liquor into two glasses. “Bottoms up!” he cheered as he ripped the glass from the counter. I chuckled, taking mine and flinging the contents down my throat. It burned its way down, singeing the thoughts of Benjamin and Veronica in that entangled mess. “Another!” William cheered, slamming the glass on the table. I clapped, feeling my fingers tingling with excitement. The entire room was shaking, the lights melting into one another. My stomach bubbled with gas, my head swelling intensely.