Devil In Disguise Lisa Kleypas Novels & Stories

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

I opened the door, seeing Althaia had changed her clothes and was sitting on the bed with her sketchbook. “How’s my curious little psychopath?” I teased and sat on the bed in front of her. Her cheeks started to flush when she gave an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have been here all the time.” “Sure you have.” I chuckled and grabbed her waist. I had her straddle me as I continued to give her a teasing look. “Have I not said you would be one terrible spy?” “You really are The Devil! How did you know?”

“So, Lisa, tell me. What, exactly, were you thanking Klaus for?” A curt smile played at the corner of my lips. I was right. This madman fancied the same girl was foretold to be his nemesis. It was a cruel twist of fate, and I was going to make it worse. I have information that would make his admiration turn to hatred. I just needed to wait for the right time to drop it. But first, I needed to find out what debt I owe, before I delivered my parting shot. “You have no idea what this bastard put me through,” Lisa yelled in a weak attempt to evade the question, “this brutal man and his demonic household treated me worse than a slave, worse than an animal.”

“No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.” Leita stares at Valencia, unblinking. “The devil?” she utters. “You were rescued by the devil?” Valencia nods. “Yes, I was. And he hid my existence from anyone who wished to harm me. Said he was masking it. After he took me away, he told me his plan. He wanted me to approach the Alpha of the Leighwen pack and convince him to attack the Rexellen pack. Make Farris take the power of the Alpha King from Theon, conquer Rexellen pack, and make him imprison Theon and Callista. Especially Callista.”

Zayden clenched his fists. This was his child. His woman. And she was living like a soldier on minimum rations, while he had mansions, money, and power stacked like bricks around his name. He couldn’t take it anymore. So… he made a move. ⸻ The Disguise of Kindness One afternoon, an elderly woman showed up at the restaurant Hema worked at. She was frail, her hair tied in a messy bun, with a cloth bag slung over her shoulder and sadness written across every wrinkle on her face.

he whispered, his voice a deadly caress. Secret, lies and deciet lies in the shadows of the Blackwoods mansion, and I was caught in its web. But as much as I feared Dominique, I knew one thing for certain: I would fight with every ounce of strength I had. The question was, how long could I resist before I became The Devil’s Handmaiden in more than just a name?

DAPHNE ~✼~ Sunlight prickled my skin, golden rays pouring into the room through the slightly ajar window. My lids flutter open, my eyes still heavy with sleep. ‘Where was I?’ I looked around, my surroundings unfamiliar. The scent of Tom Ford mixed with vodka filled the air, and I knew one person who had that scent: Alex. That bastard! I threw the blanket off, my gaze moving to my body. My dress was gone. Replaced with a pink nightie and some bunny slippers. Realisation hit me — did Alex change me out of the dress? No! He couldn't, he shouldn't, he wouldn't!

But before he laid her down, he looked straight into her eyes with deadly seriousness. “From now on, no more secrets and no more digging alone. If we’re doing this… we do it together. As one.” Victoria nodded, her heart racing. She had just made a deal with the devil. And the devil’s original queen was coming for both of them. As Sebastian pushed back inside her, slow and deep this time, Victoria looked at the ceiling and realized the terrible truth. She wasn’t just sleeping with the monster anymore. She was becoming one with him. __________________

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

she nodded, but immediately defended, "he keeps everything formal and businesslike here. So, you will be addressed as Miss Kasdeya also." "Sure, no problem." "I'll leave you now to unpack your things. I'll see you downstairs in an hour," she tilted her chin up again (I realized a habit), then she left the room immediately. The moment I was alone, I laid down on bed, contemplating on what I got into. Weighing the good and the evil. Disguising is a lie, but I had to help aunt Jodie. I called aunt Jodie and informed her that Calliope accepted me as a reliever. She was so happy and tearful when we talked. I did not tell her about my disguise, it would only worry her.