Dance With The Devil Anime Novels & Stories

Chapter 01: How It All Started Devon’s P.O.V Dancing around the cold-hard pole as the erotic music began to play. The D.J. turned the beat slower as they release the cryo effect making the whole stage smokey, helping the laser beam and light beams to be visible.

No one can beat him on that actually on anything he was indeed so perfect. Eva placed her hand on his chest and was dancing with him according to his moves. She bends down and then moves ahead touching his upper body. Whenever he dances he does not notice whatever is happening around him. Suddenly a familiar scent touched his senses and he came back to his senses. He looked around. ‘The devil was awake.’ He saw a girl who had straight light brown hair dancing with a boy in his senior year. The girl resembled someone. He narrowed his eyes and in a matter of seconds he realized who she was and his eyes turned red due to anger. He was unable to determine why anger was overwhelming him.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

I have dethroned you, I have destroyed your powers and I will kill you right now. Shame unto you to have kidnaped two hundred and fifty kids, shame unto you I say. Your master has given me code to kill you so get ready to die. I opened my double palms as a strong power in the form of light went straight to hit the spirit BANG. The devil king couldn't react in time. The devil king changed his robe from black to white just like mine.

So, I pretended not to hear her deliberate emphasis on 'your' and answered with a smile on my face. "I am glad they managed to satisfy you." Then, I watched with amusement how Valeria mechanically turned her head to look at me, following her eyes widening in shock. "You are... You are...", She stammered out. Seeing her like this, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned into the soft leather seat. Only then did I look at her and ask lazily, "I am what?" I was waiting for her to complete her words - You are actually Mr. Devil, my... husband.

This is a crazy idea. The bass from the music vibrates through my body as I glance around the crowded dance floor again, trying not to look as nervous as I feel. There are several bodies grinding together under flashing lights, several women in glitter and leather laughing sultrily against tattooed men and the air is thick with smoke and sin... Everything about this place feels dangerous somehow... I grip my drink tighter and just then I spot a guy across the room already staring at me... He’s tall with short cropped hair and conventionally attractive in a greasy sort of way. When our eyes meet, he grins immediately, then he winks and my stomach flips.

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."

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.