Deuce Meaning Devil Novels & Stories

What he fu*k am I seeing? No wonder why the name sounds odd. No wonder why dad never knew his name as Nomed Natas. Is it because that name never existed? It's because that name was a name that belongs only to the devil. That means, Luci, the man I love, is also the Devil? "Oh my goodness!" I watched my sisters gasp in fear. "Nomed Natas means Demon Satan." Cynthia said. "And Luci is a short name for the word, Lucifer. Now we can all see that Nomed Natas, Luci and the master are all one person."

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

When Heron questioned him, Declan looked very calm and aloof. He calmly explained, “Demon is just demon. What’s wrong?” “Oh? Is there no special meaning?” “What else could it mean?” Declan said, “When Phoebe was naughty, I would scare her using demons. Then, she would obediently go to bed and eat. Demons are the same as the witches and big bad wolves that people use to scare kids.” Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

After Nea said no, I frowned and looked at her but only for a few moments I gave her a small smile. "It's okay, but please... Don't call me 'Ma'am' when we go out, just call me anything you want to call or 'Dev' I told you!" I said irritated. We didn't finish our food because I had a lunch with Dad but also Suarez's Family. We ate close but I was still late. I kept driving so my ex was late for the meeting, I was the one who was so embarrassed for Suarez's family. I don't know if that time is fast or I'm just really slow to get stronger.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

she said, voice low and dangerous, “you can’t have it. Not yet. Since I’m still planning to kill you.” Finn’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. “Want to make a deal?” he asked, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her close. She felt the hard bulge pressing against her belly, his intoxicating scent filling her senses, setting her heat and desire ablaze. “A deal with the devil sounds tempting if…” he paused, glancing down at his harness and back up at his eyes, “I get your life.” He tilted her chin, pulling her closer until their faces nearly touched. “You can’t kill a devil, baby girl,” he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing.

“Viviane, please meet Teufelhunden. Or Teuf for short. He’d like to shake your hand.” “He’s beautiful.” Viviane said, bending down and taking his paw in her hand. “And he knows it. He’s housebroken but not neutered. Typically, he’s a perfect gentleman. Unless he needs to be something else, and then, he truly is Teufelhunden.” “What does that mean?” “Devil Dog. Well, I think it translates to Devil Hound. The Germans gave the Marines that name during WWI. But you probably don’t want a history lesson.”

I just picked up random women to f*ck , not giving them a second glance afterward. No wonder the name of Dark Devil, stuck with me since my university days. Well, the Devil was definitely my cousin, Lucien Sylvester, grandson of Benson Sylvester and the owner of this cruise line. However, my cousins, Dominic and Damien, kept up the family name, too, and together we were The Heartless Devils. Of course, there were ample reasons behind the names. While Lucien and Dominic went through similar shit in life, Damien and I shared similar experiences in the matters of the heart.

"He set you up, Sienna. He knew I'd hear what you'd say." I realize he's right. Declan had recognized the sound I hadn't. But I can't believe he'd set me up, the way Giovanni is implying it. "That's what he does. He fucks with people. It's a game to him. And I don't want you talking to him. Am I understood?" "It was nothing—" "Nothing is nothing. Not with Declan. You don't know what he's capable of. Stay away from my brother. It's the last time I'll say it." His accent comes and goes, and it catches me off guard.