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Like… It was insane, but why did it feel like he was staring at me as if I had just walked right into his trap? Something wasn't right. Before I knew it, those words rang in my head again. He was the devil— the kind who whispered tempting things, making it impossible to resist, making you crave him even when you knew you shouldn't. Stay away from the devil. He is dangerous. He is horrible and cruel. If you give in to his temptations, your body and soul will be his. You can't run from him because, in the end, he always takes what is his.

The sun had already begun to set, and darkness was enveloping the surroundings as the evening grew louder and more bustling. When she was alone, moments like these would inevitably lead her mind to rewind and revisit the horrors she had endured. The pain, the cries, the overwhelming helplessness. The devil named Vladimir. Just the mention of his name was enough to fill her mouth with bitterness and ignite an all-consuming hatred within her. She despised him with every fiber of her being.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

I got into bed and lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my heart beating with the irregular insistence of something that was doing more than it was supposed to. Downstairs—he’d left a book on the kitchen counter with a sticky note on it. I discovered it the next morning, a monograph on the industrial ruins of Detroit, the photography I’d mentioned, marked with a tab to a specific page. The photographer was someone I’d cited as an influence in an interview I’d given to a regional magazine three years ago. An interview he would have had to specifically find. I held the book for a long time and the note just said 'In case it’s useful. — D.'

Fucking devil. “I’m still going to punish you for what you did the last time. Know that,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “How do you intend to punish me?” I asked with a small voice. He suddenly leaned forward again and grabbed my chin between his fingers. “How do you want to be punished?” His eyes pinned on me made my heart rate accelerate. I shook my head and swallowed against my dry throat. His hand on me was supposed to irritate me. His piercing gaze was supposed to infuriate me. His voice was supposed to disturb me. But instead, all they did was make my heart beat really fast with desire.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

He can see the eyes of the man intimidate him into submission and an unnerving loss. Quitting now is not an option, even if it is, Sebastian has no intentions of choosing to. Damn the consequences! He has lost everything in a futile quest to unravel the truth of a case which seems to have its root deeper into the system than he had thought. Making the mistake of shooting without aiming is not his thing and he has no intentions of doing it but he will rather lose his soul to forever damnation in hell than see the case unsolved. Not after winning the award of best detective when he cracked the Buggy man’s case in half the time the Feds couldn’t. This is his second shot on finding whatever the

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.

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

So it is better if you don't even try to copy anything. Thanks for giving this book a chance. Personally, I love this book but I have written it so I have to love it ;) Excuse the grammatical mistakes, this isn't professionally edited and I am only human so... except a few errors. But I do hope you smile, cry, saw'Aww', say 'Oh damn' and laugh while you read this. A few kisses and cuss words here and there and everywhere. You are warned. Enjoy!! Chapter 1 - Who the hell owns these death devils?