Devil In The White City Summary Novels & Stories

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“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.”

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

Each step brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and the weight of their mission pressed upon them. As they ventured deeper into the den, the red light intensified, casting an eerie crimson glow on their faces. The air grew thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the atmosphere. Emilia's heart raced in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement intertwining within her. She knew that their encounter with the devil would be a pivotal moment, one that would test their mettle and determine the fate of their friend, Violet. Finally, they reached a large chamber, bathed in an intense red radiance. In the center stood a towering figure, cloaked in darkness yet emanating a sin

“She’s your sister and I get that you want to see the best in her. But she kills, she runs drugs and guns, and she has a brothel. Don’t even start thinking that the fact that she runs that place with an iron hand makes it better. They are women, and men, being used for someone else’s pleasure.” “Have you ever been out of Maine?” “No.” “I went to Blanco once with a few friends. It was supposed to be a holiday. We ended up in this place we thought was a club. Women were dancing on the stages, men sat watching them. And I thought it was like my sister’s place. Until I went to the bathroom and saw that behind the red draping men did what they wanted to the women, they’d beat them, force themselv

Days have passed the same. They are avoiding me, and I have watched how close Rosalie is to them. They will be fucking her, I know they will. Nothing Seems to change it. Today we went out to meet the Wolversons. They are like the devils and run their own city. I watch as they greet them, and then we get sent out of the room while they talk. I don’t know what is happening. I keep looking at places with the beach and sun, just so I can dream of the days I escape the Devils.

Maybe the devil strengthened them after taking Callista back to the forest to keep anyone following her away. The very thought of the devil gives rise to goosebumps on my skin. I don’t normally fear anything, and when I think of the devil what I mostly feel is anger. But within that anger fear is also present. I mean, would it be wrong to fear a creature who was holding my mate hostage and had snuffed a whole wolf pack out in a day? We enter Cluj-Napoca city, and I realize that it is one of the oldest cities I’ve seen in my life.

I asked distressingly. His words were as cold as the contiguous ice, “Around the time the two had entered the cabin, a nine year old child was sacrificed at the altar of the devil.” My hands pressed my mouth as I tried to suppress the bile. He was looking at me impassively. “The rituals comprising of subscriptions to the rules of the devil, which cover many things from diet to cursing to sacrifices continued for another two hours. The final item was the signing of the Devil’s Paper. It had to be signed in the person’s blood, drawn from the left hand. At first the blood did not flow easily from his hand, so they warmed the hand with fire. Finally, Hitler signed it, inscribing himself in the ‘