Dancing Devil Novels & Stories

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"

I turn around and I find Kat moving against me as her hips sway side to side; following the beat of the music. Giggling, I leaned my head on her shoulder and began to follow her movements. My body was hot and I could tell my makeup was a mess because of all the sweating. I let go of Katina and began to dance freestyle. Letting my body take control, closing my eyes I bit my lower lip as I moved my hands from my hair to my collar bone then the valley of my breast slowly moved it to my thighs and lowered myself before getting up. I felt Katina grip onto my hand then spun me around. I giggled then accidentally bumped into someone. "Crap, I'm sorry." I giggled.

Devika didn't move an inch. He again said, " come here". But this time more loudly. Devika doesn't want to earn another slap, so she walked towards him. He pulled her on his lap and said, "I am playing music. You will dance like a slut for me to excite me. If you fail to do so. Then I will throw you into burning coal." Devika couldn't tolerate his humiliation anymore. She yelled," never. I will never do this type of dance for you. You are sick".

But beneath her dress, her thigh holster pressed tightly against her skin, and the stiletto in her corset was a familiar weight—one she found oddly comforting. “Do you remember how to waltz?” Lucian whispered, guiding her onto the polished marble floor. “I remember how to kill in heels,” she said sweetly, letting him pull her into his arms. They danced as the orchestra rose behind them, strings and brass building a sound both romantic and foreboding. As they turned, Lucian’s lips brushed the shell of her ear. “In ten minutes, I’ll need to disappear. Keep the attention on you.” Her hand tightened slightly around his. “Don't die.”

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

I said when I remembered I hadn't thanked him for the dress. He just gave me a nod. Later, Ratna came and kept complaining about how she didn't have anyone to dance with. She is all alone blah blah and took him with her. The whole time, I felt his eyes on me. I know even though he was dancing with her his attention was on me. A boy exactly the same age as Devil came and asked me for a dance. He was quite handsome too. He had a dimple on his cheeks which made him more attractive. After he insisted like 1,000 times, I agreed to dance with him but deep down I was quite scared. He was a total stranger to me.

Russo noticed my excitement and extended his hand. "Dance with me," he said, his voice a low, enticing murmur. I accepted his invitation, and we joined the sea of revelers, the music engulfing us. Russo moved with a grace and confidence that was as hypnotic as the music itself. His presence on the dancefloor commanded attention, and it was impossible not to feel drawn to him.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

He walked slowly toward the main part of the house, listening for any sound of movement. When he stepped into the open living area, he froze. The boss was at the bar. Shirtless. Seated on a tall stool with one leg crossed over the other, holding a small glass of what was unmistakably alcohol in his hand. Aiden's eyes trailed over him before he could stop himself. Tattoos lined Vito's chest, his arms, his shoulders. Some looked like words, others were symbols, designs that probably meant something he'd never understand. His muscles were defined, his skin tan like he spent time in the sun despite looking like the kind of person who never left the dark.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.