Devil In The Deep Blue Sea Book Novels & Stories

“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.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

The golden beast effortlessly maneuvered through the legion of demons, biting and clawing at them until he got in close range to Hades. The beast leaped, claws outstretched and ready to strike the devil. ... Hello readers. Don't forget to leave a review of the story and to vote for the book. Lots of love.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

When he reached the floor where he thought he saw that girl, he opened the door but nobody was there. At that moment, he knew right away that he walked into the wrong place. It wasn’t a girl but something else. Something hideous and sinister. However, he thought he could harvest her because she was a spirit. So, he fought and magically he knew how to do it. He saw a black light from her chest and he grabbed it. The girl vanished as he snatched it out. The light slowly scattered into small lights and went into his body. The mistake was it wasn’t a subject for harvesting. Cain felt a deep hatred inside him and a boiling rage. His demon side dominated him and he became compulsive and wild. All

“I'd have loved to use my sniper instead.” Yevgeny shrinked in fear behind him, and this made Her turn to him finally, a cold smile on her face. “Oh, you're the pest left. Those playing should be gone by now.” In a swift moment, Yevgeny was laying lifeless on the ground, not a single wound on his body, but he was dead. In the gambling room, the same had happened. The men she left behind slumped and gone. One thing anyone in the underworld would be foolish to do was get into Viviana's death book, which these fools found themselves in. But of course, only a few really know the real pain.

Only static answers. Then silence. Long. Heavy. Absolute. Something shifts inside me — slow, final, like a lock turning. The storm outside grows louder, but for once, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the villa. Inside the man I’m becoming. And I whisper into the dark: “Let them all come. I’ll bury every one.”

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.