Devil In Your Heart Novels & Stories

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

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

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

“Don’t talk. Heal. I need you alive.” His eyes searched mine. “What are you going to do?” “What I should have done the day my father died,” I said quietly. “Stop pretending mercy is strength.” I have finally realised I can't handle this mafia word with Mercy, if I most rule then I need a heart like steel. Inside the villa was silent and cold. The air felt different it's was heavy and watching. I entered the study, poured a glass of whiskey, and stood by the window, looking out at the dark horizon.

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Fucking devil. “I’m still going to punish you for what you did the last time. Know that,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “How do you intend to punish me?” I asked with a small voice. He suddenly leaned forward again and grabbed my chin between his fingers. “How do you want to be punished?” His eyes pinned on me made my heart rate accelerate. I shook my head and swallowed against my dry throat. His hand on me was supposed to irritate me. His piercing gaze was supposed to infuriate me. His voice was supposed to disturb me. But instead, all they did was make my heart beat really fast with desire.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]