Devil In Disguise Lisa Kleypas Novels & Stories

"I swore on my parents' graves that one day I would come back. I would burn their world down. I would take back everything that was mine, and I would make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled." "And that is how the Devil was born, Belle. To survive in this world, I had to become worse than the monsters. I had to become the Devil himself." THE HEALING Silence filled the room. Isabella looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She didn't look scared. She didn't look at me like I was a monster. She looked at me with pity... and love. "Oh, Alex..." she cried softly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a hug. "My poor baby... you went through all that alone?"

The garden stretched beautifully across the back of the mansion, softly lit by warm lights hidden between trees and stone walkways. “This place is honestly insane,” she admitted quietly. Isaiah chuckled softly. “You’ll get used to it.” “I highly doubt that.” Suddenly footsteps sounded from behind them. Both Doris and Isaiah turned slightly. And the moment Doris saw who stepped outside, her heartbeat immediately became uneven again. Delvis. This time dressed properly in black pants and a dark shirt with the top buttons left open slightly. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his arms, exposing the veins along his hands. But that was not what made Doris freeze.

He said simply, eyes on Vivienne Making me tighten my hold on her She noticed this, and turned her attention back to my neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. Chaol's eyes darkened as he zoned in on the action. "I thought this was a business meeting" he said annoyed I nodded "It is" Cassian said Cassian Nosov was my right hand man. "Then why are you letting her act like a whore?" He asked Vivienne's head popped up, an adorable pout on her soft red lips "A whore?" She asked in a childish way

Anyways, it's not like she had a choice and deep down, she was willing to go to hell, to be his servant if possible his minions so she will have the powers to come back for revenge. There's no way she's letting her dad go, not after what he's done to her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the man before her, his beauty was out of this world. " Is he truly the devil?" She thought to herself. She's always heard stories of the devil being a monster and an ugly being but, this was the exact opposite. More like light and dark. "Are you, an angel? " She found herself asking. "Why that name, of all names?" He seems to be angry by her question. It will be better if she addressed him with different

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

" you guys can go ahead and search the princess, I will find out whether or not my little bird is carrying any valuables once I strip off her clothing " the lady rolled her eyes and walked into the room along with a few men who Lisa hadn't noticed before. the moment they disappeared, West dipped his hand under her skirt tracing lines on her naked skin. Lisa screamed and tried to set herself free, she scratched and kicked but all of her struggles were to no avail, there was no way a hybrid like how could measure up to an alpha strength. She wondered if this was really going to happen. was she going to get abused by this man, perhaps killed at the end? why was she so unlucky? just to think tha

Clenching my fist I looked up and I was correct. "I saw you checking me out." Raphael said as he scanned my body. I sucked in a breath and spoke up. "I know who you are." I said hoarsely. "Took you a while to figure out Miss. Lebedev." He replied. "How is your father?" He smirked. "Stay the fuck away or I'll-" "Kill me." "Inform your father the 'devil'." "You'll do what red?" He said with a bored tone. Red?

A face stared back that was not mine but I was the only one sitting on the bed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to touch my face. This face has a sharper cheekbone, pale skin, dark hair, fuller lips, and a strange killer blue eyes. My throat tightened. My lips shook. “Leila…” I whispered. Then my hands flew to my mouth, covering it. This isn’t my voice. This is softer than mine. A scream tore out of my mouth out of shock. The door burst open and two ladies walked in. They froze, staring at me before they screamed, “The lady is awake.”