Novel & Cerita Dancing Devil

“Oh yes, because it’s not like there’s a bunch of other hot girls here tonight.” “Not like you, there’s not.” I wonder how long it will take for Anna to realize that no one can compare to her? “Laying on the charm extra thick I see...” Anna smiles. “I like it, please continue.” I chuckle. We’ve been dancing for only a few minutes and I can already feel the envy pouring in from the supernaturals nearby. It doesn’t affect me as near as much as it does Dante, giving him a pleasurable high off it but it does make my body hum in a delightful way. A temporary power boost. As the Devil, I am able to feed off the seven deadly sins as well, I just don’t require it as Dante does. It’s an added bonus t

Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it She walks away leaving the drunks behind And the trail of chaos, of destruction You look at this boy, devastated, unable To think of any other solution And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who chases me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it ) 5 years ago... Dancing is a practice that nourishes the soul. When I move my body to a rhythmic sound,

DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes. Tears were running continuously through her eyes. Her nose and her cheeks were swollen and red. A big handprint was visible on her cheeks and it was enough for the devil to lose his mind. Devil came closer to her and knelt in front of her. Angel was looking beautiful in her crying mess too. But Devil wanted to rip off the wedding dress. Her chest was on the show for all the people. He clutched his fist tightly and closed his eyes to calm down his rising temper.

My heart gave a painful thump. Alpha Dante Davenport, the Devil of the MoonClaw Pack. The name alone had the power to silence an entire room. Stories about him were whispered or painted in the blood of the wolves who dared oppose him. A beast of a man with a smile carved from war and eyes sharp enough to cut through soul and steel. I swallowed. Vivian, ever the actress, twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. “He's the type to drag singers to his bed before the chorus even starts. Ro-guish.” She said as if that was a compliment.

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

She made me do a full twirl making my dress move around me and my giggle to get louder, things were going well, until Devil’s movement got worse, going down and up against my body. “You two are just trouble makers” Nikolai says finally joining us in the dancing, he took my place in the middle, dancing along with us, he could dance, he knew how to dance. He held both of us having no problem keeping with my bad movement and Devil’s sexy ones, he moved me when I didn’t know what to do, making me smile. When Devil’s move went a bit too far, he landed a slap on her bum, it just looks like a dance move but it’s actually a warning for her to stop it, I couldn’t help the giggle again, she’s gonna ha

Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Devon, who I guided into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Devon looked so tempting, tall, and slim, but his tight round booty was encased in fitted black jeans with rips at the knees with a white loose-fitting dress shirt. He caught my attention and others, girls, too! His outfit showcased his broad shoulders and tight waist. His deep brown hair was combed off his face making him stand out even more. Devon had moves that excited me. The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."