Dancing Devil Novels & Stories

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Cass said still looking at the already bruised wrist in her hands. “Dance with me.” Cass looked up at her then. Olivia gasped, she knew they said that you could see murder in someone’s eyes, she’d never seen it quite so clearly. She reached up, and touched Cass’s cheek, she ignored the room full of people watching them. “I’m okay, baby.” Cass nodded, pulled Olivia into her arms and the band started playing again as everyone started to dance again. “Can you say something?” “Not now,” Cass said.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

The curtain opens and I swing my hips. "Last time I danced in a room like this for you Lucifer, I was screaming in pleasure. Do you remember?" I continue to dance, looking over my shoulder at him. He is in his normal state now, no longer looking like the actual devil. I step down from the stage, dancing to him. His eyes watch my every move. As I reach him, my body dances against him, and his hand settles on my hip. I keep going, trying to distract his mind so he remembers who he is.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

She was so scared that her body quavered uncontrollably, and she pissed herself. From a distant, the devil watched the drama unfold, and laughed hysterically.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

Strangers kissed my cheeks, their words dripping with pity disguised as admiration. “You’re brave, my dear.” “What a clever match.” “May you tame him, or survive him.” Each one was a knife in my back. By the time the waltz began, my cheeks ached from smiling. Then Richard Devlin’s voice cut through the hall again. “A dance!” he commanded, his smirk daring anyone to refuse. “Let the future Devlins take the floor.” Lucian extended his hand. I wanted to slap it away. Instead, I let him lead me.

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.