Dance Devils Mga Nobela at Kwento

On the stage, two strippers are pole dancing - One's dressed in pink lingerie with 5-inch pencil heels as her black jet hair is tied in a high ponytail while the other is wearing just a transparent thong and black duct tape covering her nipples. When we reached the VIP section I was caught off guard when someone wrapped their arms around my body and embraced me into a tight warm hug. "Bitch!" The person squeals. Immediately I know who it is. "Birthday girl!" I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. Seconds later Katina pulls back from the hug and locks our fingers together.

Finishing his sentence, he ripped my dress and I gasped out loud. “Crystal.” “Crystal.” A familiar voice echoed and the things started fading. I felt someone shaking me. “Crystal. Wake up.” My eyes opened wide in shock and came face to face with the devil himself. Yeah, that’s what I decided to call Valentine, Devil, the sole person who has tumbled my life upside down just in a few hours. He smiled sweetly watching my baffled expression. I looked around scanning my surroundings. Thank god it was just a dream.

Devon reached for my hand to pull me from my seat. "I am not much of a dancer." "It can't be that different than handy footwork when you are training. Pretend you are training me." For someone who had never seen battle or murdered anyone in cold blood, he was confident and sure of himself. I hardly had to do anything. Our bodies swayed together, and he twirled me around like I weighed nothing. The music slowed, and I slid my arms around his neck. Devon was not too big and bulky like wolves. It was nice how our bodies just seemed to fit together.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

So tender and so sweet. Althaia wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands slid down to her ass, lifting her to me. I fucking loved those legs around me. “Want to dance with The Devil in the sheets?” I asked against her lips, already walking us over to the bed. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She leaned slightly back to look at me. “Why not?” “I, uh…happen to be kind of…loud?” I smiled when her cheeks started to get flushed.

Devil! "Devil?" I asked her to repeat what she said. "Aren't you?" And I knew she was gone for the night. "Wait! I will teach you what a devil can do to you," and she ran upstairs to protect herself from me. I watched her run up the stairs, a smile stretched across my face. She was laughing, her infectious giggle filling the room, and I couldn't help but join in. I chased after her, feeling the excitement and energy of the moment.

my finger goes under his chin, forcing his eyes to connect with my heated ones. "Well, are you saying you are not?" He challenges me, humor dancing in his dark eyes, and it gets me a little relieved. I hate it when he's all moody and you know, unaccommodating. "Okay, maybe I am." "It's not a maybe, Addie," he grins, "You are a certified troublemaker. You and trouble are like conjoined twins." "Okay, enough," I playfully slap his chest, shivering a bit when his palm rests on the skin that peeks out of the open slit in my leather skirt, the heat his touch brings quickly sending jolts of electricity through me.