Devil Dice Cuphead Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“Oh wow, come this way to the club house.” We both followed Cherry to the back of the club and up the stairs to the second floor. The club house reminded me of a very over lavish bachelor penthouse. As we walked through the door we were met by a small petite blonde, with light green blue eyes, and looking very sexy even for her size. “Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?”

"Was where your clan head was!" The vampire shakes his head as he tries to claw the Devil fingers off his throat. "You don't need air, you moron!" Adom shouts as he slams the man's body to the ground. "Now tell me or I start ripping you limb from limb!" "He's in the cellar!" the vampire scrambles to get away from the Devil. "He's in the middle of-" "I don't care!" Devil bellows, killing the creature for wasting his time before striding into the building. 'Only a few hours left until...No. Not thinking that.'

He tilts his head and his eyes scan the chapel with a cold, lethal indifference as if unimpressed by the reception. "Ve... Velasquez?" Pierre stutters next to me and there's something strained in his voice now "What is he doing here?" Who the hell is Velasquez??? I squint through my veil as the man walks farther into the church and his face finally comes into full view... My breath catches. No... It can't be... I know that face. Those amber eyes!! It's the tattooed stranger from the club... the man who handcuffed me to his bed and ruthlessly took my virginity less than twelve hours ago is currently standing in the middle of my wedding hall!

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

"Bella, I've seen how you look at him when you think no one's watching. And I've seen how he looks at you. This could be dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with the mafia." "I don't look at him any particular way." "Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." I ignored her, staring at Dante's contact on my phone. My thumb hovered over the call button. I was scared. This was insane. He'd laugh in my face. He would use my desperation against me, leverage it to his advantage, make my life hell while enjoying every bit of it. But then I thought of Vittorio's dead eyes and the gun pointed at my father's head. This was a deal between the devil and the devil's son. I chose the devil's son. Only Dan

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

I knew him better than he knew himself. There is a reason he is called the Devil. He knows well how to play that victim role and keep to his good name. I heaved, holding back the harsh words I was about to say to him. "Your mother approached me today at your father’s death anniversary. Do you know what she first said to me for someone who should be mourning…? I bit the tip of my lips to hold back the tears that were itching to fall. "There is no need to listen to anything that she says; don’t pay attention to them."

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.