Dance With Devils Characters Novels & Stories

I just had to wait and listen. Suddenly, Devon looked at me and smirked, I knew he was about to do something silly but I wasn't bothered. He might have awakened, but that didn't mean he was now stronger than me. “Hey, you!! Who do you think you are touching Lady Avery like that? Who permitted you to dance with her? Do you think you are better than us or something?!” “Yh that's true!?” someone said “Get away from her you pervert!!” Someone else shouted,

Shiver tuning down my spine as the hairs on the nape of my neck rose like spikes. A sound of fabric tearing screeches through my eyes, I lowered my gaze, my heart dropping as I witnessed my torn dress, my chest fully exposed. Oh, no no no no- pleaseee no Staring up at Vicktor as he hovers over me, he licks his lip. His eyes darkening like a predator stalking his prey. "You wanted to do something nice for my birthday right..." he trailed off slowly, leaning close as he inhaled deeply. My lips quivered as the tears silently caressed down my face. "Be a good little wifey, keep quiet and be still." He purred disgustingly.

Theodore sighed, he wasn't in the mood to deal with Devon's antics. Devon walked up to the ladies, he bowed his head with a flourish."I am Devon. May I have the pleasure of knowing the name of these beautiful ladies?" Betty blushed and giggled while Olivia looked unimpressed. "I am Betty" Betty introduced herself. "I am Olivia," Olivia said. "You ladies are so beautiful, you make me want to be an honest man and marry the both of you" Devon flattered the ladies. Theodore rolled his eyes at Devon's cringe attempt at flirting.

She twirled, caressed her body, turned back so her ass was facing Henri who was now struggling to sit still and not pull her unto his laps. Spreading her legs she leaned down, rising slowly back up she bit her lower lips, her gaze locking with Marcellus's who had nearly turned lie from jealousy. "Dancing with the devil, out of control. Almost made it to heaven it was closer than you know, playing with the enemy, gambling with my soul. It's so hard to say no, when you're dancing with the devil." No longer able to sit, Henri rose up, grabbed unto her waist, pulling her closer so she could feel the effect of whatever she was obviously doing.

Waiting for the two small Evil Devils to react and want to run away again, when they touched the surrounding golden light, their bodies seemed to be burned, exuding billowing black energy. Struggling like that for only a moment, the two little Evil Devils were unable to escape from beginning to end. Instead, the wounds of that golden light burned and piled up, and they knew for sure that they would not be able to escape. So, the two little Evil Devils knelt on the ground together, continuously kowtowing to Cadell Marcus and begging for forgiveness. "Leader, please spare your life... Please look at our pitiful lives, don't let me be beaten to pieces..." A small Evil Devil said very pitifully.

"I need to ask something." I look around and find only the two of us in the hall with no sign of Harley or Mom. Rose pushes me to sit on the single-seater while she sits on the other, facing me with an evil look in her eyes. She keeps smiling and it makes me suspicious enough to keep a straight face. Rose asking me for something never ends well — for me. "What happened?" "The Devils are hosting a concert at the Margarita Club at Silver Lake. I want to go." My lips purse at her request. The Devils are a band of four extremely rowdy boys in their early twenties who are gaining popularity among youngsters with their heinous songs and concerts which they host mostly at cheap bars.

Jennifer looked furious, while Elizabeth Blackwood, Curtis's grandmother, was studying us with a glint in her eyes. Everyone was watching. I placed my hand in Noah's. His fingers closed around mine, warm and strong, and he led me onto the dance floor. Suddenly, the quartet had shifted to a waltz. Noah's hand settled on my waist, and I placed mine on his shoulder. We began to move, and I was surprised to find he was an excellent dancer. "You're full of surprises," I murmured. "So are you." His thumb traced a small circle on my waist. "Showing up here took courage."

Cecil hadn't seemed to notice at all, which was good since the dancefloor was about to answer. Moments later, a thoroughly disheveled Devin was deposited before us. His face was flushed with exertion and frustration, his eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and fear. "It's time to open the dancefloor, son," Charles said kindly and started to fix his clothing. "... you try that again and I'll compel you." He went pale at the soft threat. Charles turned and called out to Cecil. "You want to open the dance floor with your dad?" Cecil skipped towards him, a wide grin plastered on her face. She grabbed Devin's hand.

And soon. As the ceremony concluded and the applause erupted, Eva, now officially engaged, scanned the crowd again. She spotted Devon, still standing close to Clara. Her jaw tightened. She had to make her move. She gracefully detached herself from Damien, who was being congratulated by a stream of guests, and began to make her way towards Devon, her smile fixed, her eyes gleaming with a renewed, dangerous determination. She would get her dance. And she would get her answers. The party had just begun, and the real drama was about to unfold.

The spectators could not help but wipe a cold sweat off their brows for her soon-to-be dismay. “No!” Maxim exclaimed. When brother Albert realized what was going on, he tried to call for a ceasefire but it was too late. The man howled a great, demonic roar, and it echoed throughout the dome. “Dance of Devils!” he cried. In an instant, the air was filled with staves, as though devils themselves descended to bring infernal justice.