Dance With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

My wings were tied leaving a scared mind to imagine the world beyond high boundaries which were enforced with electric wires. But one day, something happened. A devil sauntered in my life of nowhere announcing himself as my new master. Instead of forcing and making me submit to his orders, he gave me a choice. He vowed to bring me things I want in return for his company. He wanted me to stand beside him as his equal. He called me a queen that I never was. He reminded me of worth that was sleeping in dark. He never failed to provoke me by his elephant-sized ego and mind-numbing crudity. His decisions and tricks brought the best emotion out of me. Anger. I have never felt this emotion before i

A deal with a devil is equal to inviting hell before death. _______________________________________ Alright, guys before you exit the chapter kindly read this paragraph. I need your support guys. Please help me. My other book called Damon's Possession is being copied word to word by some shameless person who shamelessly refusing that she has copied my work. So it's a humble request please go to Mangatoons and report a book Dark Romance by Slave of almighty. Report the book it's a word to word copy of my Damon's Possession. The lady didn't even care to change a lot of names of characters and also it's a copy-paste of my book.

His eyes flickered with mischief as he flashed her a wicked grin. “You — I want you. “ The wicked man spoke and her body trembled as her heart palpitate with newfound terror. The fear gnawed at her soul as she helplessly waited for him to strike. The devil wet his lips and latched his mouth against hers. Her body was frozen, and her brain went numb. Why me, God? Why me? Pebbles cried internally as she endured the devil's kiss.

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

He called to her as no man had managed to before. Demetri had a saying he was fond of, "Time to dance with the devil." Liliana Rose stepped forward smartly and kept her gaze locked with Mac's. It was most definitely time to dance with her own personal devil, and she couldn't wait for the experience. To be continued... ************** Liliana Rose stepped forward smartly and kept her gaze locked with Mac's. It was most definitely time to dance with her own personal devil, and she couldn't wait for the experience. To be continued...

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“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.”

Tiny things that would randomly appear within our heads while I used my time sparingly to help him as well. Each of us bouncing ideas for one of his latest projects. With a sketch pad in hand, Tony uses the afternoon to draw up sketches while I sat off towards the side of the room, my body covered by a blanket as I just read books upon my tablet. Fully immersed within my books, Deal with the Devil. My book about an Irish Enforcer who ends up falling for a Bratva Princess. A Bratva Princess who was also a ballerina and an illegitimate child of the Russian Mob Leader.