Devdas Book English Novels & Stories

While Kevin quietly sorted out the files for me. Suddenly, the door of my office flung open without a warning and it made me frown. No one has dared to do this before. In fact, no one is allowed to come to the floor where my office is. I looked at the intruder with disdain and upon seeing her, my eyes squinted. Eva, Kevin's assistant, rushed inside the office. She was huffing badly as she just finished a marathon. "I am really sorry, sir. I tried to stop her but she did not listen to me-"

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

She prepares for the words that will challenge the gods. "I, Indra – daughter of the devil's son – challenge you. I challenge all gods! Come to the gate to the north. Come and fight me! Daughter fikius diaboli, Vos provacat. Provoco ad omnes deos. Ad portam aquilonis. Si vis me. Et veni accipe a me ...If you want me, come and get me...

I slam my door shut and finally release a breath. I read through Isabella’s file again, going through her weak points, her strengths and everything possible to know about her. I have read through it a million times but every time I still find myself going back to it like it's muscle memory. I sip my drink, reading Leonardo’s file too, trying to understand what letters he was talking about but nothing aside from the fact that he is a sexual predator making me bite back my anger.

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.

A curse that kept me from reaching my dreams and hindered me from pursuing the things my heart truly desired. They say money can make people happy, but for me, money was the reason why I was living in hell. Money is indeed a terrible master. It turns people into devils who lust after never-ending wealth and power. Money can blind people. I know because I witnessed how money turned my father into its cruel servant.

And then I walked away from him. @Gupta You can check out Carter Brothers book on Dreâme a.p.p. Saved By The Devil by A. Gupta.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

She returned with a cooler of beer and a bag of chips, and we settled into the sand, the sea whispering beside us. “What’s this place called?” I asked. “Haven Island.” “Nice. Feels like the world’s miles away from here.” She studied me for a moment. “So… tell me what happened.” I told her everything. “God, B… Why is the business world like that? Marrying off children for money? They treat people like assets.” “They only care about the company. And the money. I pity Nicole… She doesn’t deserve this. I’m not blaming you, I just hate what your parents are doing.”