Devil In Suit Novels & Stories

Was this his form of punishment? The door opened, and the wicked devil who had shattered her young heart strode in, dressed in a black suit that emphasized the color of his eyes. Beautiful demon... Each step he took sucked the air out of the room, and as she watched, transfixed and broken, he pulled out a seat and unbuttoned his suit, making himself comfortable. "I hope you slept well, because you have a long day ahead of you." His voice was rougher and sterner, carrying no compassion for her tears, or the pain in her heart.

His calm nature was mocking, seeing as I was drowning in dread. "Will my mother be present?" I was extremely hopeful for a positive response, I am not ready to face him alone, he needs someone else to distribute his attention to. "Yes, she will be present." I cheered inwardly, but the feeling of triumph was very short- lived. When Varto opened the door to the Devil's vehicle, I was expecting him and my mother to come into view, but much to my dismay and dread; he was alone, with not even his trusted righthand with him in the back. His eyes were like a magnet, they drew me in and somehow always locked eyes with him the second he is present. He looked unreal, so unbelievably charming in that s

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

And Cassiel had no idea his perfect world was already unraveling. Sleeping beside Cassiel now felt like lying next to a cunning predator masked by charm and power. Julian had once convinced himself that entering this marriage could be the key to saving his brother, Bash. But it was all a fabrication. A beautifully crafted lie. He laid there, stiff as a board, emotionless. The man beside him — known among the underground as the devil in a suit—had fooled him into believing there was still some trace of humanity left in him. Julian now realized how foolish he’d been to trust even an ounce of that illusion.

"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. *****

APRIL The first time I spot the devil is about thirty seconds before an ice-cold beer hits me in the face. He's sitting in a booth at the far end of Goody's Bar when it happens. He's not drinking, not talking, just watching me. His eyes are dark, sharp, and heavy with danger, the kind that sends a chill down your spine even when you're trying to pretend you don't notice. His hair is neatly cut, black as midnight. His suit matches it-tailored, expensive, and so dark it almost swallows the light around him. If fire suddenly started licking at his sleeves, it wouldn't surprise me. He looks like someone flames belong to.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…