Devil In Winter Novels & Stories

Only static answers. Then silence. Long. Heavy. Absolute. Something shifts inside me — slow, final, like a lock turning. The storm outside grows louder, but for once, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the villa. Inside the man I’m becoming. And I whisper into the dark: “Let them all come. I’ll bury every one.”

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"

"He is Valentin Rostislav, the ruthless Alpha of the Crown Heart Pack. From his pack to the underworld, his reputation is infamous, and he is a real psycho." "There is no way I am going to distract a man that is capable of killing me with the snap of his fingers. He is a demon lycan, and I am just a human girl that is easy to snap like a twig." I was enraged when one of the humans pointed a gun at her head and impressed by the lack of fear in her eyes. When she got slapped by that bastard she called brother, I wanted to get involved and tear him apart, so I took a step in that direction, but Alexei appeared in front of me and assured me.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

, Arjun snarled at her and Avni shivered at seeing their bloodshot red eyes as she could feel the murderous aura coming out from the DEVIL and the BEAST. Neil's eyes were deadly cold and the face was raging. Avni understood that DEVIL's revenge was Darker Than his love. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

His soul is being sucked out by the devil and he is trapped by the icy-like glares. "Didn't you want to say something to me, Ry?" Jihun's baritone tone is snapping Ryan back from his trance-like state. Once again, Ryan felt his body is being assaulted by goosebumps. He rubbed his neck as he averting his eyes from looking straight into Jihun's eyes. He should learn his lesson already. Never look into the eyes of the devil. You'll be charmed away by his alluring gazes and at the end of this arduous journey, you will be left with nothing, but, broken mind and limbless body.

, I informed looking at his eyes sincerely. There is nothing you want from him. He loves to play with people hearts. That's why he is called devil. Now you get to know the true self of him. Dodging his hand I called Ryder who is looking at our conversation quietly. "Ryder? Can you help me to pack this things? And Ryder I like to apologize to you. You asked me right?That day in my party.. It's just a one time thing with him.Don't worry", I told loud enough for Noah to hear him.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.