Dance With Devils Characters Novels & Stories

I said yes because one thing that I have come to know about this man is that devil hates him from the core of his heart and I don't want to make him angrier and unleash it on me. "So ladies and gentlemen, we are going to start our game. All the couples are requested to join the floor". He asked for my hand. That man was too standing beside the devil. I looked at his hand and then to him and then to that man. And after giving it a thought I gave my hand to the devil. Thank God! he didn't drag me to the floor. He led me to the dancing area like a gentleman. We took our places. There were a total of 20 couples and we got the token no. 7

Since when did this bar get so crowded? "Argh! Now you're making me feel like the bad person." Devon slumped down on the couch. "I brought you here and you're forcing me to leave you alone. Tonight, I'll show you that in this whole universe, you can never find a friend as loyal as me." He took a bottle from one of the many wine bottles on the table. "Let's drown our sorrows together, Buddy. We'll yell to the world that this is not game over." "By the way." Devon lowered his voice and sighed. "If I dance with those ladies and Rosslyn gets wind of it, she's going to skin me alive."

Molly’s doing all in her power to endear herself to Devon, but their bond isn’t nearly as strong as the one he and Lexi share. When the scene comes up—the one with Martin Short cutting loose to "Twisting the Night Away"—Devon howls with delight. He rewinds it, then looks up at Lexi with those big eyes that are so much like her mother's. "You gotta dance with me, Lexi! Just like that!" She rises to her feet, grinning. "You're on, kiddo."

Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Devon, who I guided into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Devon looked so tempting, tall, and slim, but his tight round booty was encased in fitted black jeans with rips at the knees with a white loose-fitting dress shirt. He caught my attention and others, girls, too! His outfit showcased his broad shoulders and tight waist. His deep brown hair was combed off his face making him stand out even more. Devon had moves that excited me. The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life.

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.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

she whispered, then knocked softly and opened the door. She stepped inside, her heart pounding. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense. Dante stood by the window, his back to her. He turned slowly as she entered, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "You're awake," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I was beginning to worry." He smirked She stood her ground, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. "What do you want from me?" Dante smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I want you to understand your place here," he said, his tone almost gentle. "You are important to me, and I need you to see that."

"It doesn't." He reached out, slow enough that I could pull away if I wanted to, and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. His fingers were warm against my cold skin, and I felt something in my chest crack open at the gentleness of it, more gentleness than I'd expected from a man everyone called the Devil. "I don't know how to do this," he said. "Any of it. Being someone you can trust after everything that connects us." "Neither do I."

KNOX POV "There she is." Fawaz pointed. Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow! Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks. He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice. (DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

The guy left Anika and went to his friends to finish his dare, he was gay no one knew, his friends gave him a dare to dance with any girl and kiss her, He saw her dancing, he somewhere felt she would accept, he went near her and whispered to her about the dare and he is a gay, she happily accepted to dance with him but didn’t knew he would kiss her cheek has he only mentioned about dancing Anika went to the washroom, while she heads out, she was pulled by strong pairs of hands, she knew who it was She looked up to see his face, his eyes sent shiver down her spine, his devilish smirk meant trouble, He dangerously with his deep husky voice whispered making her shiver and gulp hard “Well you ar