Devil Hs Novels & Stories

“Wow. I mean, you look like him a lot; Your green eyes are much lighter though, a little bit like Vera.” She widens her eyes when she says Vera. “Who is Vera?” I ask. “Oh shit.” She grimaces, “Our daughter.” “Fuck.” I exhale, Devon has a daughter. “Does that mean I have a niece?” A shadow looms over us and we snap our eyes to see Devon staring up at us with his darkened green eyes, there’s a clench in his muscle as he glares hardly at me. From here, I can see the blazing fire in his eyes. I force myself to smile lightly. “Long time no see, brother.”

She intended to return to her new lover after the disgusting song was finished so that she wouldn't have to suffer with her annoying boss. “What makes someone turn evil overnight?” "Are you talking to me?" Xander lowered his head slightly to look at Angel's face, which was shining from the spotlight. “Forget it. I am no longer interested in talking to you.” "No." "What?" “No man turns evil overnight.” “Oh. I thought demons could make a man turn evil overnight.” “Demons would rather make a man fall for the temptation of a sexy woman.” Angel sighed in relief as the song stopped playing. She stepped back to get away from Xander. But something kept them pressed against each other until Angel had

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.

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

“Okay, and this has what to do with me?” Lisbeth’s gaze slid to her, cool and assessing. “You were a year and a half old when you nearly died.” Ayra blinked, thrown. “What—?” “You had a heart defect,” Lisbeth said flatly. “Hypoplastic left heart syndrome. HLHS. Without surgical intervention, you wouldn’t have made it to your second birthday. And back then, the standard procedures were—” She stopped herself, shook her head. “Let’s just say the odds were bad. The material your mother had could’ve been used in an experimental treatment to reinforce the reconstructive graft. It could save you.”

While walking through the garden of this mansion, I suddenly remembered that day we met Hensley or let's say Elorah. "Okay? What are we going to talk about Gethro?" I said while looking at the flowers in the garden of the mansion. "About Derek and Hideo because in fact Don Morfeo, the devil is back." He said as if I was terrified by what he was saying. but who is the devil? "Then?" I thrifty answered as he bent down to smell a flower in the garden. "Derek and Hideo is a rapist, it's not just that they were resurrected because of their new leader." Gethro said and he looked at the around before telling me some more information.

“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.

"I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't they be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****