Devil In The White City Kindle Novels & Stories

Then his face drained of color. He dropped the plate. “No,” he whispered. “No, no…” He pressed his trembling hands to his dick, panic clawing through him. “No…what did you…what did you…?!” I smiled. Cold. Cruel. Not because I enjoyed it. I did. But because justice sometimes demanded ugliness. “Did you really think I'd spare you?” I said. “Forgive you? Let you live after what you did to Elijah?” Cristian's breathing broke apart. “You’re a monster,” he whispered.

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli

I said quickly, but she wasn’t ready to listen. “Your looks must be deceiving you.” She smirked, voice dripping with contempt. She took a step closer, her eyes burning with rage. “You think that pretty face is going to protect you?” Her smirk twisted into something darker. “Do you even know what kind of devil he is? J doesn’t play nice. He doesn’t care who you are or how you look. He’ll chew you up and spit you out without blinking. You won’t last a week.” She leaned in so close, I could feel her breath on my cheek. “No, you won’t even survive two days. Mark my words.”

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

“You disgust me. You talk about revenge and family honor, and here you are selling a defenseless woman to a bunch of disgusting pigs. I can’t believe, for one minute, I let you touch me, that I actually thought…” His smile turns predatory. “Actually, I’m selling you to one pig, and what did you think, princess? Finish your tirade since it’ll be the last time we speak.” My gaze narrows. “I thought maybe that you had a soul. Obviously, I was mistaken. You’re the devil, a heartless, cruel, asshole, devil. You are no better than my father.” The smile falls from his lips, and he shakes his head. “Soo will be in to take you to the car. Have a nice life, princess.”

The van door slid shut behind him. None of us moved, through the window, I watched him stand alone beneath the empty sky. A man feared by the underworld...Standing completely by himself. In that moment, Luis Renz didn't look like the Devil. He looked like a man who had lost Everything.

He ferociously glared at her, shooting daggers out of his eyes in hopes of killing Veronica in one strike. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was now on the bed with Sebastian atop her, propping his hand on the bed as he glared at her beneath him. "Oh really? Do you want to try and see if it's pleasing to the body?" He asked sinisterly, an evil grin threatening to be released from his face. For once, Veronica stiffened as her back drenched in sweat. It was then she realized she had sucessfully angered the great devil. Not wanting to lose the battle, she pretended to be unaffected as she twirled the corner of his sleeves pyjamas seductively while batting her lashes.

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The man beside me wasn’t Harrison Pierre Whitmore. Shit. I had slept with the wrong man. Panic surged through me as I stared at the sleeping figure beside me. The sharp, chiseled features, the dark tousled hair, the sheer dominance radiating from his very presence—even in sleep, he looked intimidating. No. No. No. This can’t be happening. I had just spent the night with Zion Yohan Warren. The CEO of Warren Hotels and Casinos. The infamous, ruthless billionaire known as ‘The Devil.’

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.