Dancing Devil Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Not literally the middle but I am close to the middle and can see what ever that happen. The stage had a shirtless young man, he looked like a thug with tattoos all over his body. He was bouncing, smiling and blowing kisses while the crowd cheer him up. "His opponent tonight!!!" A very loud voice said "Is no one but theeeee DEVIL!!!!" He shouted. I was about finding my way out when I noticed a familiar face. Devin is the DEVIL!

Drawing in a shaky breath, I turned back to him. “Yes,” I croaked. Jesus-fucking- Christ, what was I doing? I knew I was considering making a deal with the Devil, but could I lower my standards this much? I had no issues with sexuality. I had no issues with other women who wanted to express that sexuality, but the idea of becoming a dancer was throwing up roadblocks in my head. I couldn’t do this—not even for Hawk. I threw the last of my whisky down my throat and stood. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera, but I can’t do this.”

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.

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.

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.