Devil In Annabelle Novels & Stories

Her vision blurred because of all the salty tears. “Oh come on, you wouldn’t want my men to empty their case in here, would you? Would you want that on your conscience governor?” Andreas’s deep and manipulative voice boomed right next to her ear. He knew the governor was known for his honest and morally high codes. So he hit the man, where it affected him the most. Andreas was a skilled manipulator, no doubt. “And I’ll start with this little kitten.” He snickers as he pushed the nozzle of his gun into her temple. That is when Annalise realized that she was going to die.

The thought sent a thrill through her. Annie looked around with a frown before looking up at the crow with a frown. The bird flew down, walking along the ground towards them. “Candy, Stolas wouldn’t happen to be a shifter as well?” “No he’s a, oh-” she said turning to look where Annie was looking, as his form shifted into the long legged, lithe man. “A demon. Well, a devil.” Stolas said as he stepped closer, straightening his shirt as he moved closer to the two women. “Hello, Annie.” His lips moved into a smile as he greeted her.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

“Why the hell would I touch your shit? We have a code. A line. I don’t cross it. You know that.” “I saw the proof. The mark, the frequency. It was your operation.” I gritted my teeth. “Someone played both of us. And you—being the reckless, senile old bastard you are—decided to act before confirming shit.” There was a pause. “Watch your mouth, boy,” Antonio warned, voice sharpening. “Watch yours. You broke protocol. You brought a war to my goddamn house without making a single call to verify. You endangered my woman.”

No Lennon working out. I make my own coffee. Drink it black because I don't have time for anything else. The car arrives at 5:30 exactly. Different driver. Same silence. We drive through LA in the dark. I check my phone. The anonymous email from last night is still there. I read it again. **He will destroy you. Not because he's evil. Because that's what he does.** I should delete it. I don't. We pull up to a different location today. Some mansion in the hills. Gates. Security. Cameras everywhere.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

Devil! "Devil?" I asked her to repeat what she said. "Aren't you?" And I knew she was gone for the night. "Wait! I will teach you what a devil can do to you," and she ran upstairs to protect herself from me. I watched her run up the stairs, a smile stretched across my face. She was laughing, her infectious giggle filling the room, and I couldn't help but join in. I chased after her, feeling the excitement and energy of the moment.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.