Dancing Devil Novels & Stories

Finishing his sentence, he ripped my dress and I gasped out loud. “Crystal.” “Crystal.” A familiar voice echoed and the things started fading. I felt someone shaking me. “Crystal. Wake up.” My eyes opened wide in shock and came face to face with the devil himself. Yeah, that’s what I decided to call Valentine, Devil, the sole person who has tumbled my life upside down just in a few hours. He smiled sweetly watching my baffled expression. I looked around scanning my surroundings. Thank god it was just a dream.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

If I part my legs a little, it will only cover my clit. Fully dressed in my short latex skirt and uniform top, I dash out. Finally, I arrive at the club after, and run over to the counter, avoiding a bunch of hot naked ladies teasing their client’s cock. “You’re lucky that the manager isn't here.” Wren, my grumpy colleague, throws me a bunch of keys. “The ‘Devils’ are coming.” Holy fuck! My face lit up with a blush. My masked predator is the Devil’s Don. “And their rooms need to be perfect…”

The more I thought about it, the more I had a nagging feeling but I toned it down. Inferno’s new location was even better than the last. Curtis was going all out to bring his business back on track. If the crowded dance floor was any indication, his effort was paying off. It almost felt like a costume beauty pageant—the bartenders were all dressed up in black costumes while the girls wore identical red and black bunny costumes. Tonight’s theme was The Devil’s Den. It certainly did look like the devil’s den. An alluring dancer with the most luscious curves I had ever seen sashayed up to me. “Do you want a drink, beautiful?”

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

But really, what reason did I have to say no? So, forcing the last remnants of doubt away, I mustered a grin. “Alright," I said, my voice lighter than it had been in a long time. "Let’s go party.” *** MARK Dancing Devil. A club reserved for the elites. A place where the rich indulged in their vices, drowning themselves in alcohol and luxury. It was the last place I wanted to be tonight, but here I was, sitting in the VIP section with a glass of amber liquor in my hand, staring at my phone like it held the answers to all my problems.

As if everything just beginning to be so funny as it seemed? “Raj, the last of the list Alpha of the Alarkin World,” the Devil said so low and slowly, yet it came with strange effect that numbed Raj scalped. Chills goes down his spine, mouth hung open and eyes widened. Especially when the Devil added, “I never thought you were able to reject your mate once, then there's a foolishness of yours to think she will never be a part of the plan. The long search...just the step closer of the bloody end!” Raj felt something was amass, his forehead crest in confussion yet his grudge only deepened. This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse.

This job was important to me and I knew I wouldn’t find a club quickly that would give me good treatment like here. It was like a deal with the devil, and I loathed the idea of selling my soul, even though I would only be dancing for him for a few minutes tops. The devil in question - Antonio the mafia boss - was seated, his coat laying on another side of the couch. His eyes felt like hot iron was seared into my skin. The music was playing, creating the perfect sensual atmosphere. And though my heart wasn’t in it, I silently cat walked over to the pole right in front of him and began my performance, movements I knew by heart.

I should leave but I'm contracted for four more hours and I need that two grand and honestly where else am I going to go? I fix my makeup in the car mirror. Look almost normal. Just red eyes. Could be allergies. I walk back inside through the side entrance. Avoid the main party. Head straight to the bar in the corner. "Vodka," I tell the bartender. "Whatever's most expensive." He raises an eyebrow but pours it. I down it. Order another. "Rough night?" I turn. There's a guy sitting two seats down. Dark hair. Leather jacket. Definitely not dressed for an engagement party.

Chapter 01: How It All Started Devon’s P.O.V Dancing around the cold-hard pole as the erotic music began to play. The D.J. turned the beat slower as they release the cryo effect making the whole stage smokey, helping the laser beam and light beams to be visible.