Dance With Devils Characters Novels & Stories

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

That was mind trying to betray me! He wears a white long sleeve shirt without a tie and a white trouser. So the devil want to act as an angel-scoff, his face is too sinful to be an angel. He keep his eyes on me without blinking, he makes me suffocate inside the full-conditioned cafetaria. Lidya try to fix her hair, she display her ten thousand megawatts smile that always works to melt everyone.

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."

Devon spat out and then turned to liam and a few seconds later, Two huge Lycan with Pure white fur and vicious blood red eyes was standing in front of the black witches. Devon men also changed into Lycan forms including Lucas and Kace and a fight broke out. The sound of bones crushing could be heard as The Donovan brother fought relentlessly. The black witches chanted evil spells involving dark magic to weaken Devon and Liam but his was diffused by Diana who stood some feets away from all the fighting. "Arggh!!" The leader of the black witches groaned in annoyance as she lurched forward to attack Diana who was distracted with the fight. "Let go of me you bitch!" Diana yelled when the black w

Time for Angel to learn a little lesson about not dancing with the devil, if she doesn't want to get burnt. Davina's POV: My breath hitched in ragged gasps, the heavy velvet curtains doing little to muffle the pounding of my heart. The backstage area was a dimly lit chaos of discarded costumes and hurried whispers. Devlin was trying to soothe me, her hand a light pressure on my trembling shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's okay," she murmured, her voice a low counterpoint to the distant throb of the music. "Just breathe. That happens sometimes. Some of these guys are animals."

Strangers kissed my cheeks, their words dripping with pity disguised as admiration. “You’re brave, my dear.” “What a clever match.” “May you tame him, or survive him.” Each one was a knife in my back. By the time the waltz began, my cheeks ached from smiling. Then Richard Devlin’s voice cut through the hall again. “A dance!” he commanded, his smirk daring anyone to refuse. “Let the future Devlins take the floor.” Lucian extended his hand. I wanted to slap it away. Instead, I let him lead me.

I don't know what's worse-the fear of seeing him again or the fear of what I'll feel when I do. When the door finally opens, my body betrays me again. My pulse spikes, my breath hitches, my skin prickles with heat. It's him. Dante steps inside, suit crisp, dark hair swept back, eyes gleaming like the devil himself. He doesn't even look at the mess on the rug. His gaze goes straight to me. "Good evening, doll." "Go to hell." His grin is slow, deliberate. "Still keeping me company, I see."

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

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.