Cast Of The Devil's Plaything Novels & Stories

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

The only thing making him visible was the light from the fire place. "Would you like to dance with the devil?" He asked as he held his hand out. I stared him, contemplating in my mind. It's not like I had anything to lose. "Okay." I nodded hesitantly, standing to my feet. I walked around the table towards Nikola. His hair silky smooth, His jawline sharp and his lips perfect. He took my hand, His touch making butterflies dance within my stomach. I've never craved his touch and never knew it.

I lay awake long after his eyes closed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his words sinking into me. Beverley. Liam. Mom. Names from a past that still owned him. Maybe Mona had been right. Maybe Lucian wasn’t a monster at all. Maybe he was just a man, broken by something too dark to name. And as he slept against me, I made myself a promise. I would find out who Beverley was. I would find out what haunted him. And maybe then, I’d understand why the Devil needed to keep a plaything at all. — Serena POV)

"Mind if I join you?" His eyes widened in surprise, and he shot me a toothy grin. "Not at all, sweetheart. Name's Mathias." I smiled, my heart pounding in my chest as I continued to play my part. "I'm Mirabelle. You look like a man who knows how to have a good time." His laughter was hearty and filled with genuine amusement, but it sent a shiver down my spine. It was all an act, a dangerous dance where one wrong move could be my downfall. If he finds out I’m not who I am, there’s little Russo could do to save me.

"I did not hire you to be decorative." "Then take my professional assessment seriously." She softened her voice, because she hadn't meant it as a fight. She'd meant it as a correction. "Callum is watching us. He's not convinced. And Callum is not stupid — if he's not convinced, eventually other people won't be either. We go to this party, we're warm and slightly physical and clearly comfortable together, and Callum goes home satisfied and stops running his private investigation." The almost-smile appeared, thin but present. "His private investigation."

“I hope you know what you're doing. Because if this goes wrong, not only will you have lost Aylin... You'll also have pissed off the Devil.” Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his smile sharp as a knife. “Dominic... I am the Devil.” “I know, that's why I'm telling you... If it goes wrong, even you won't be able to stand yourself...”

The guy kept sobbing, and when he faced her, it was clear that he was stunned for a moment before he got over it and told her what happened. "I never thought I'd meet a devil in person. How much more working for him?" He said that in between his sobs as he glared at the highest floor of the building. "I don't have a job now," his shoulders hung low. In order to comfort the man, she patted him. "Don't worry, you'll find another one," she said, sounding reassuring, even though she herself didn't have a job at that moment. "By the way, what happened? Who's that devil you're talking about?"

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

LEVITICUS DRAKOVIC RHODES. And the devil fell from the sky, tainting the hearts of men and the souls of the pure. What a crock of bullshit but I tell you, every man, every woman in this little town of joy thinks it. I am the devil. My brothers and I are the devils. We dare their sons to jump off the ledge, we tempt their daughters to do ‘bad things’, we bribe the sheriff to look the other way and we have the mayor on our payroll jumping as high as we can ask him to.

“The more I have you, the more I need you. I am becoming obsessed.” Adrian turned his head and kissed him softly. “Then be obsessed. I am not going anywhere.” Outside, the hunt continued. Damien Ricci and Vittorio were closing in. But inside, the devil was slowly being tamed by the only person who had ever dared to love him back.