Devdas English Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

“I serve the Vendetta family, as I always have. And now, it seems you’ve been brought under our care.” Vendetta family? Is this a joke? “This has to be a dream,” I muttered, shaking my head. “None of this makes sense. Mansion? Territory? What am I back in the 15th century?” “If it helps, I can assure you this is very real,” Livioski replied smoothly like he could read my mind. “How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?” Damn. He’s so fucking weird. If this is a dream, it’s the weirdest one I’ve ever had. But deep down, I’m starting to think it’s not.

My soul wants to sleep. My heart wants happiness. My body needs warmth. I know, you will be able to give me everything whatever I demand from you but I can't be with you. I'm not yours but you're my Neil. Forever My Devil. Yes! Devil, the way his eyes turned red in anger and his growling behavior made me shiver under his hard gazes. I wanted a prince charming but I got a Devil, My luck. My Devil. Neil Khanna By Neil. Aashmaan's Neil

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

an accident, that person just mistook me for someone else,’ I keep convincing myself and got out. "Hah, you took a quick piss? Here I thought I was the one who's going to get us late. Let's go, our first class is Dorothy, be wary of her, she's quite a witch," She said the last phrase in an irritated tone, while I nodded briskly at her. “Oh right! I forgot to introduce myself, the name's Kara by the way, how about you?" "I'm Henry." I weakly said to her, my head was still a bit clouded by what happened a few minutes ago. I'm thinking of possible reasons to explain that man's actions, but there was nothing that came to mind.

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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?"