Devil In A Suit Novels & Stories

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

"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. *****

The view from Devon Cage's penthouse stretched across the entire city. Fifty floors up, the people below looked like ants. That's how Devon liked it—everyone small and distant beneath him. Devon stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad shoulders tight with tension as he gripped his phone. His reflection stared back at him—a tall man in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, thick dark hair with touches of silver at the temples, and cold gray eyes that rarely showed emotion. "What do you mean there was a mix-up?" His voice was quiet but razor-sharp. He never yelled. He didn't need to.

Devon stood near the stairwell door. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a memory. He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a second skin, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His hair was windblown, his skin pale, but his eyes—those icy grey eyes—were burning with a fire that could scorch the earth. He took a step forward. “You ruined mine both on the earth and in hell.” I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I just stared, shaking.

His voice was extremely cold as he had a dark and intimidating facial expression on his face. Sil swallowed the rest of her words back when she saw the dangerous and intimidating aura as he glared at her. Even though she wanted to go against the fact that she would be banned from the boutique because of the humiliation it would bring to her if the news was heard that she got kicked out of a boutique because of Evangeline. However, she couldn't afford to handle the consequences if she refused Damien's words. Everyone knows how ruthless and cruel this man was, he even had the infamous name among the society as the 'Devil' no one wants to get on his bad side and this was what Sil wanted to avoi

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

her screams with pain filled with room which satisfied don her tears got dried for crying again and again her bleeding lips due to many cuts he said "cut those fingers first of all pluck those eyeballs filled with lust" they did as he said she she shouting for every time those fingers got cutting down she screamed untill her throat got dried she started falling unconscious he said "pour boiling water" they did she screamed once again he said "finish her and throw her to my man eating fishes and crocodiles pond" they nodded their head these three people returned ◇FLASHBACK ENDS◇ present...... for the world he is a charming and chocolate boy but no one knows can guess this devilish side of him