Devil In The White City Kindle Novels & Stories

“You should have thought twice before trying to make a deal with the devil. Once you make a deal with the devil, there's no going back." His voice is so deep and husky. Is he referring to himself as a devil? I can't help but think that he's one. His presence alone is ready to make you tremble in fear. I still wonder where I got the courage to ask this man to be my boyfriend. I always saw him from a distance and the only day I was close to him was the day I asked him to be my boyfriend. I saw a surprised look that flickered in his eyes. I'm sure he was surprised that a girl like me wants to make a deal with him.

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.'

"I took everything that belonged to them, burned their name to ash, and built the Thorne Empire on top of their graves.” I smiled, a cold, sharp expression. “And that, little swan, is how Il Diavolo was born. Through a massacre.” Silence stretched across the dining table, thick and heavy. For the first time in my life, I had shared the darkest, most twisted part of my soul with a woman. I had never expected to. Every other woman I had ever encountered only cared about the wealth, the power, or the terrifying thrill of my status. But with Aurelia?

“I’ll move before dawn.” He didn’t need any more orders. .... The city lights streaked past Lisbeth's windows like neon ghosts as she drove through the night in her matte-black Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. One hand rested casually on the steering wheel, her fingers flicking over the paddle shifter with elegant precision. The hum of the engine filled the quiet space around her, calm and composed—like her. Her phone buzzed. She didn’t flinch, merely tapped the Bluetooth on the dashboard. "Speak."

Hola! Welcome to chapter 6 of A deal with the Devil! Don't be a silent reader! Chapter 6 - It tastes better off you. ~~~ Blackmailer- 'On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need.' I bit my lip from smiling like a crazy obsessed cat because the Math sir was looking straight at my desk from above his thick black glasses. The second his inquisitive eyes shifted, I typed a reply.

" Zia wrote in her book and showed them "Because it's not actually the devil, but just a trace it left back in that book. There is no actual devil in the book. The book absorbs the flesh and gives the power to the person who asked for a wish to make the wish true by himself. The devil's book was present for a long way back before even the wall of death was formed by great devil Lucifer who died in hands of an angel, but he left his trace in that book, and mysteriously it disappeared but was told that it appears if you have a dark desire"Charles spoke "Then why did it even appear in front of Zia? And why did it suddenly disappear?"

GINA I sat at what seemed to be the living room of the vs vsvmansion where the boss of the Bloody Fangs mafia group, Devon Fenrir lived. It also seems to be the group's headquarters. I thought we lived in affluence but this mansion dwarfed ours in more ways than one. A large and expansive living room with a high ceiling, golden chandeliers, large paintings with inscriptions of a language I don't understand on them, golden furnitures that glittered under the rays of sunlight coming through the windows.

She responded with a low moan, her nails digging into my skin as she pressed herself closer, her every move telling me that she didn’t want to stop either. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. There was no mission, no looming danger—only the heat between us, threatening to consume us both. And maybe that was the most dangerous thing of all. AQSA The room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline beyond the window. The chaos outside felt like a distant hum, a reminder of the destruction waiting to swallow us whole.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."