Dancing With The Devil Novels & Stories

Devon reached for my hand to pull me from my seat. "I am not much of a dancer." "It can't be that different than handy footwork when you are training. Pretend you are training me." For someone who had never seen battle or murdered anyone in cold blood, he was confident and sure of himself. I hardly had to do anything. Our bodies swayed together, and he twirled me around like I weighed nothing. The music slowed, and I slid my arms around his neck. Devon was not too big and bulky like wolves. It was nice how our bodies just seemed to fit together.

MIRA I place my hand in Devon's, giving him free rein to take the lead. I am well aware that I have just made an alliance with the devil, but I do not particularly care. His eyes light up with a devious expression as he slowly leads me past the talkative ladies, to the dancefloor. "She came with one man, but is dancing with another. A true whore." One of the ladies whisper. I pay them no heed. The rage coupled with jealousy that burns deep in my veins makes it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the memory of the soft look in Mason's eyes when he stared at Halloway earlier.

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

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

The spectators could not help but wipe a cold sweat off their brows for her soon-to-be dismay. “No!” Maxim exclaimed. When brother Albert realized what was going on, he tried to call for a ceasefire but it was too late. The man howled a great, demonic roar, and it echoed throughout the dome. “Dance of Devils!” he cried. In an instant, the air was filled with staves, as though devils themselves descended to bring infernal justice.

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?”

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.

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.

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who's still standing there like the guard of hell. She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round. "Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?" Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her. His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her clit, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound. He dragged off the rope-like bra too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.