Devil In The Details Book Novels & Stories

My fingers tightened around the book, and I knew this was what I wanted to read. “Interesting choice,” his amused voice came from behind me. “Yes, I think this is going to be my next read.” My fingers slowly slid against the title of the book. His hand tightened against my arm, jerking me around to face him. My hair spun like silver ribbons striking his face. “Even the devil has a reason to become the devil,” he said rigidly. His nostrils flared. “Don't forget that, Zorya. Never forget that.” The yellow slits in his eyes narrowed at me, but it was the hidden pain in them that shook me to my core.

“I am just a worker whose job is to appease men.” Dante's face hardened. “I know a lie when I hear one.” he said as he caught my hands before I could undo one of his buttons. I flinched and stared at him. “What is your name?” “Emily.” I blurted out. “You are not like the rest.” he told me as he ran his fingers through my hair. “And what are the rest?.” I dared to ask. Dante smirked. An evil one. “Fearful. They possessed fear. You don't.”

He just stared at me, evaluating me like prey. The silence pulled tight between us, charged and thick. For twenty years, I had been taught that the devil walked the earth as an ugly, deceptive spirit, but looking at him, I realized the church had lied. The devil was beautiful. He was sitting right in front of me, wrapped in a bespoke black suit, exuding an authority that made the massive parlor feel incredibly small.

”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.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

I felt the air get sucked out of the room. "He is a silent devil in human form," Lena continued. "Dangerous beyond belief. You've barely scratched the surface of who he is, Selene." She looked down at me, her face unreadable. "You might think I’m cruel. But he? He’s cruelty wrapped in charm and dressed in a thousand-dollar suit. He doesn’t do mercy. He doesn’t do forgiveness. And yet... here you are. Still breathing. Still untouched." I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void. At last, I’m free. As I, too, separate from my body and begin to descend, something shifts in the murk below us. An eerie red glow filters through my field of vision, bringing with it a searing heat. Hell, I realize dejectedly. But is that really any surprise? All of the terrible things I’ve done flash through my mind. Using women like objects to cheat on Julia, who’s only sin was to love me in the first place. Building a business on a foundation of exploitation and greed. Slapping my wife.

I didn’t want to want him this much. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But it was. In the silence between us, filled only with ragged breaths and the pulse of need, the world outside seemed to fade away. The danger, the bombs, the lies—it all disappeared. All that was left was him. And I was falling, deeper into the darkness, unable to stop myself. And I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. 1 AQSA The smell of smoke and burning metal clung to the air as I stepped over the debris.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

“I am such a nice demon. Not everything is as simple as good or evil. Even Lucifer himself has a good side. He may be known for the way he punishes the wicked but you don't see him harming good people. Any who are led astray by him did so of their own free will. Good people do not just turn evil because someone promises them all they ever wanted. You will see. I have to be going. I will be sending Phenex to help get you ready for dinner. You must look your best to impress the master tonight. “ with that he left the room. My mind was reeling how was I supposed to believe all of this? If this was true that would mean Damien was the son of satan. What were they planning to do with me and why di