Devil In The White City Kindle Novels & Stories

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

I still remember the route to his warehouse from that first time—the place where everything started, where Elias’s mistake pulled me into this hell. ‎I drive off, tires screeching, leaving Elias’s shouts behind. ‎The city blurs past. ‎My mind is a storm. ‎Caleb lied. ‎Mikhail kidnapped me. ‎Elena betrayed me. ‎And now I’m driving to the heart of the darkness. ‎To get answers. ‎To end this. ‎One way or another. ‎Warehouse – Jersey City

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"But they can't touch you here. They can't even find you here. As long as you're with me, you're untouchable." "So what, you're my savior now?" Bitterness laced every of my word. "My white knight?" "No." He turned back to face me. "I'm many things, Irina, but a white knight isn't one of them. I'm a criminal. A murderer. I've done things that would give you nightmares. But I'm also the only person who can keep you alive." "Why?" The question came out broken. "Why do you even care? If this is about the money..."

Suddenly, they were shocked by something that was beyond their comprehension. The man was still standing firmly in place, rising up his right hand, which was clenched into a fist. No injuries from the bomb explosion earlier. “What the!?” “Looks like you’ve noticed it. He’s not a human. And if it’s true that he’s a devil, we have to destroy him right here and now.” “Do you bring that strange liquid with you now?” “Why?” “If so, then give some to me!” “Here, take one with you!”

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Her eyes looked down and she asked in a whisper, “What thorough discussion are we going to have?” Dark amusement gripped me and I turned us around, until she was beneath me with my hard côck pressed into her soft folds. “We will get to that later, let me check how much you enjoyed what you heard.” And when I slid deep into her cûnt, my little devil was more than wet. . A. Gupta Note: I added my book in the competition. Don't forget to vote by pressing gems and leave reviews on the 'About the Book' page for other readers. You can check in in 'Devil Mafia with a soft heart'.