Devil In A Suit Novels & Stories

Pure Devil! She was not going to let him win this time. He has snatched everything from her, Her Love. Her Rajeev. She feared from this night. His room, decorated for wedding night. The moment she entered inside the room it gave her dangerous chills through her spine that make her shiver for a moment. His Grandma and his sister was giggling looking all happy teasing her for the wedding night. However, they were unknown of what storm is going inside her. They are unknown of the Devil and his true colors Or how he has trap her in his own devil trap.

“The Valencias will be here in ten minutes. Final checks.” Devin walked over. He wore a black suit—no—tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of the scar that ran along his collarbone. The one Soo-ah remembered seeing in that childhood photo… and in his dreams. “Stick to the plan,” Devin said quietly, his voice low. Soo-ah didn’t answer. Devin’s hand brushed his — accidentally or not, Soo-ah couldn’t tell — and it was like electricity. He stiffened, then turned away.

He hangs up and turns around. 6'4" of pure intimidation. Tailored three‑piece anthracite suit, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar revealing a discreet tattoo a stylised shadow, maybe a raven. Short black hair, three‑day stubble, piercing green eyes like blades. No smile. Just a look that pins me in place. "Sit down, Miss Hayes." I obey, legs trembling. He sits opposite, steepling his fingers. "You have an excellent profile. Intelligent. Ambitious." He pauses. "But curious."

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

His calm nature was mocking, seeing as I was drowning in dread. "Will my mother be present?" I was extremely hopeful for a positive response, I am not ready to face him alone, he needs someone else to distribute his attention to. "Yes, she will be present." I cheered inwardly, but the feeling of triumph was very short- lived. When Varto opened the door to the Devil's vehicle, I was expecting him and my mother to come into view, but much to my dismay and dread; he was alone, with not even his trusted righthand with him in the back. His eyes were like a magnet, they drew me in and somehow always locked eyes with him the second he is present. He looked unreal, so unbelievably charming in that s

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.”

"You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways, Smith." And with one last wink, I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. --- Oh. Oh. Oh. That's one hot devil though!

"Never thought I would see the day when my dearest Hailey would fall into sin. I mean she didn't just fall, she fell deep into it," Susie chuckled at me when it was just the two of us left. Of course, by now, you all should know that Susie was not just a devil incarnate, she was the devil herself. I, however, refused to give in to her taunting. I knew she just wanted me to say a word, then she could continue to make fun of me. Who was I kidding? With the characteristics of the woman I had chosen to be my best friend, I knew she would make fun of me for the rest of our lives.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

The boss is sitting at the head of the table. "Sit" he orders without looking up. Since he didn't specify where, I pick the chair closest to the door. Just as I'm pulling it out, he looks up and adds "Next to me" I want to run. There's no one else in the room and I don't know what he'll do to me. But when I turn my head to the door, Susana is standing there with an evil smile on her face. She looks victorious as she closes the door, locking me in here with this man "I don't like repeating myself" he snaps. My feet move on their own accord and then I'm sliding to the seat on his left "What is your name?"