Romans & histoires Dance With The Devil Book

The room blurred around us—just heat and skin and the sound of her name in my throat like a prayer I didn’t believe in. She tugged at my shirt, fingers impatient, nails grazing my chest as I peeled it off. Her eyes darkened, tracing every scar, every mark that told the story I never spoke aloud. She didn’t ask. She just touched—slow, reverent, like she could rewrite the past with her hands. “You think you’re dangerous,” she whispered, lips trailing down my neck. “But I’ve danced with devils before.” I caught her chin, made her look at me. “I’m not a devil, Bambina. I’m the fire they fear.”

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

Collins POV: Wanting to be so close to this girl is like a Monkey wanting to climb a banana tree, I honestly don't know what attracts me to her but I'm attracted and it's annoying. I've gone through all the occurrences I've had with her in my head and all I can say is I'm a fool. I never planned for me to be sexual towards her, I'm a Fuck boy, yes I know but not towards my employees. "Hey man" I turned around to see Ben my best friend walking towards my bar

Dalton I sealed my fate by telling her this. I can feel the shadows beginning to crowd the room as I step toward her, reaching out to her, looking at her for what could be the last time. I made a deal with the devil in her name. I signed it with blood. I was tricked. I failed to protect her.

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

He was the last owner of the book and the book is the only source of his existence as an evil soul in the desert. Lord Yong needed to think of something to kill two birds with one stone, to kill the devil and save the book at the same time. But the crux of the matter was that he needed to destroy the book in order to kill the devil. The book was the only medium for this evil spirit to roam around this territory. The devil was slowly crawling towards them with several bizarre wounds oozing a thick, foul liquid, suggesting this being was definitely not alone. He moved forward, his legs sturdily carrying its demonic body with a collected energy.

her screams with pain filled with room which satisfied don her tears got dried for crying again and again her bleeding lips due to many cuts he said "cut those fingers first of all pluck those eyeballs filled with lust" they did as he said she she shouting for every time those fingers got cutting down she screamed untill her throat got dried she started falling unconscious he said "pour boiling water" they did she screamed once again he said "finish her and throw her to my man eating fishes and crocodiles pond" they nodded their head these three people returned ◇FLASHBACK ENDS◇ present...... for the world he is a charming and chocolate boy but no one knows can guess this devilish side of him

“Are you ready to dance with the devil, love?” I took her by the hand and a swirl of black smoke consumed us. In an instant we found ourselves in a booming downtown Detroit nightclub. She was now wearing a short skirt that didnt even cover all of her ass with no underwear and a small top that really showed off her exquisite chest. She looked like a whore and that was exactly my intention. I could tell she wanted to explore this side of herself and I was the one to show her how to do it. As we walked through the club all eyes were on her, women either wanted to be her or hated her because they weren't her. Every man wanted to fuck her. I could feel her becoming self conscious, I grabbed her b

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.