Devil In The White City Summary Novels & Stories

Chapter 190 —The Foundations of the Empire Narrator: The convoy of black trucks advanced along the dirt road, kicking up dust in their wake. They didn't need to reach their destination for the town to know that the Devil had left his cave. Just seeing them pass by, with their tinted windows and coordinated movements, was enough to know that Roman Adler was not only back, but about to leave a deeper mark.

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

I pouted. "You've always been impatient." He chuckled and turned to me. "Fine, I'll give you one sneak peek: we got involved with a devil, and he tried to kill you." "You're kidding me." I said deadpan. "No, I'm being real. You got involved with the mafia lord devil of Sinclair City, and he tried to kill you."

Author pov People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us. The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble. The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

Evil people who defied the commandments of God. Beside him, stood a man dressed in a pair of white jeans and a white T-shirt. The devil is known for wearing all-white when he interrogates his criminals or when on a fight-to-death mission. Vermont Cardoniss. Why was he dressed in white? Did Father do some– Good lord! I didn't even know what sort of debt I was paying. In the dim light, I could tell his eyes were resting on me, making me jittery. “Giovanni?” He called out. “Did Martins hand this over?”

Unconscious. Unaware. Then he chuckled softly. “Alright, alright” he said. “Here’s the thing.” He lifted his head. “I want him.” Silence. Not confusion. Not immediately. Just silence. The voices did not respond. But the devils did. Yes… a lot of them. “What!? I didn’t know he has an interest with a white chicken huh” “Is he trying to get himself killed!?” “Is he trying to bend the law?” “Ohhh… that’s why he always reject having fun with beautiful ladies in hell, cos he is into that white chicks!”

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

They were white as snow. He never stopped thrusting deeper into her. He groans out in pain, his gums aches and the urge to bite her again was irresistible. He shut his eyes close hoping he can get rid of the feeling but then, it failed for the second time. It's always said the blood of an angel is as sweet as nothing ever existed and once tasted, there will never be a stopping point. Only now, he believes. Being the devil himself didn't make him an exception from the craving. The demons inside of him seek for more, more than just her blood.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.