Devdas Book English Novels & Stories

Virender replied. 'The Devils' was founded by Myra's father, Arvind Singhania. It was an organization that helped the country's higher authorities or people to gather information. Anyone can place their order on their site, and it depended on whether they want to take that mission or not. Their technology was significantly advanced, and it was very famous among the country's higher authorities and the riches. Until now, other than a few people, no one could find out about the people who worked in that Organization and who its boss was. Still, everyone feared them. They feared the information they gathered, which no one could get. No one wanted to offend them because of the information they h

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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-"

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Devanna noticed my reaction and just chuckled. "They are creatures who are almost the same as us, they have self-esteem, have shame .. can feel disappointed and humiliated, therefore ... don't make them offended. You understand what I mean?" I just nodded, I returned to processing the dough until it was ready to be put into the oven. Devanna invited me to sit aside. There is a sofa in pink and red there. We sat side by side while waiting for the oven to sound. "It's a slightly different world. Did Charlie tell you... That I have fairy blood from my grandfather's line?"

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.