Dancing Devil Novels & Stories

Dancing scantily clad was embarrassing for her, but her dignity was always preserved. However, she never assumed that by dancing in that place she would meet that dark and dangerous man, who would drag her into his hell. That man has the seven deadly sins, greed, gluttony, pride, envy, anger, lust and the worst of all... pride. With that you can describe the kind of person he is, or how she will see him. He will be her torment and hell, a very hot one that Lillie Watson will fall into. Dante Mancini, known in the mob as the Devil, since by his works in the organization where he is the leader, is the most cruel and ruthless in taking revenge.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

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.

What can I do about that? “You can’t be serious,” I shout back, turning my head to the side. I make sure I stay as far as I can from the edge of the platform while remaining as close as I can to the men and women, who keep trying to either touch me on the exposed part of my feet or smack me on the ass. I kid you not. This is a real thing. Even when Devil’s Knight has a policy against touching the dancers, some people are still too dumb or entitled enough to want to do it. The money helps me forget those little accidents.

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.

She got even more angry. "WHY AREN'T YOU DANCING?", she asked. "I don't dance for The Pink Devil or any devil.", he responded. "EXCUSE ME?", she asked. "I don't dance for a devil that chokes me out and made me look like a ridiculous fool. I only dance for people I truly care about and Jennifer is one of those people. So I am not dancing until Jennifer is back and that is final.", he explained. "Alright, I'll bring back Jennifer. But just remember... I will always be watching!", she said with a evil smile.

The huge chandelier hangs perfectly high at the top of the wide room. Some men are with younger women, walking in pairs through the stairs while a pack of other men in black suits enter an elevator at the other corner. On the left is a room service counter with five blondes standing, each wearing a blue top and a black company hat. On the right side is a bar with displays of expensive wines and whiskies with two girls but this time, a blonde and a brunette, both of middle twenties, smiling to a man as he waves them off. He probably had just tipped them. The man tugs his card back into his wallet and strides towards the stairs. The rest of the big room is filled with chairs and tables, each i

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

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..."

The Little one's eyes widened as he immediately stopped dancing and took a step back, his eyes glue to the person coming towards their direction like a storm, a heavy wave, ready to wash away everything in his path and he wasn't able to stop himself as the devil's man escaped his lips. "Mr Martinez"