Devil In Law Novels & Stories

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

His tattooed knuckles tensed at his sides, like he was already ready to throw down. And damn me to hell… he looked good. Dangerously good. The kind of man that made girls with daddy issues forget their names. Rough-cut jaw. Eyes like sin dipped in whiskey. A smirk that promised pain before it ever offered pleasure. But I knew better. That face was carved from the same bloodline that ended my mother. Killian Maddox was the devil in leather. And I was about to marry him. “You look like trouble,” he whispered as I reached him. “You have no idea,” I replied, the smile I gave him sharpened at the edges.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

the Russian retorts with a predatory smile. Cameron doesn't blink, but his hand inches up my thigh under the dress. Not to caress me to control me, to remind me who holds the reins. My breath catches. No excitement; just a dull panic. "My last associate made a mistake," Cameron replies calmly. "He talked. And now he doesn't talk anymore." The Russian laughs, but the atmosphere is heavy. The dinner continues, but I feel that something is wrong. Halfway through the meal, the lawyer gets a call and excuses himself, citing an emergency. Cameron watches him leave, jaw tight.

The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp. She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face. “Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.” In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer. Ace. “The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

“I hope you know what you're doing. Because if this goes wrong, not only will you have lost Aylin... You'll also have pissed off the Devil.” Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his smile sharp as a knife. “Dominic... I am the Devil.” “I know, that's why I'm telling you... If it goes wrong, even you won't be able to stand yourself...”

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.