Devil In Your Heart Novels & Stories

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy. "I don't care if you mind," Devil smiles at him as he uses his magic to keep the man in place. "I just need a little something from you. That thing in your chest you don't need anymore." He stabs the clan leader in the chest, just below the rib cage. "After all, what does a heartless beast need a heart for?" "Adom?" blood flows from the vampires mouth as he looks at his attacker in confusion. "Wh?" "I don't care how or why but you made something that I need eradicated," Adom leaves the blade to keep the other pinned and rams his fist into the vampire's chest, right where his heart it. "No hard feelings."

But after that day, I resolved in my heart to make a name for myself and maybe then I can let the girl know who the real killer was. When I became Dante, the most feared man in Italy, I began to search for her, not until I heard she danced at a club. I knew Salvatore was using her to get to me, but I couldn't care less. I wanted it all to end. And when she fell into my hands, I knew it was time. *** (PRESENT DAY) When I was done talking, I glanced towards where Emily laid on the bed with a series of connections passing through her body.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

They know that Heloise Oliver is really good to them, but being good is really good, and being strict is also really strict. Heloise Oliver didn't care about this, but came up and said, 'Trisha, I entrust you with something.' Hearing this, Trisha suddenly became interested. 'What is it?' Heloise Oliver handed her the mobile phone and sink a track: 'find this to transform the heart.' Trisha just looked at it and got the impression, then looked at Heloise Oliver in surprise. 'Heloise Oliver, this demon heart, actually exists?' The so-called devil's heart is the pinnacle of today's high technology. It is said that this devil's heart is like a master key, and people who install it can have adven

The selfish bastard inside me was fueled with the need to claim the girl that I’ve all these years silently and recklessly considered mine. The Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Kasey to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain. “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” Her nostrils flare, the spark of defiance igniting in her eyes urging her to fight me on this, but tonight, I won’t be relinquishing any of my control.

The young man seems to have come back to his senses because his expression changed. " Brian please wake up, please I am sorry I am very sorry I didn't know what I was doing. Please..." I blocked out his words from reaching my ears but I couldn't stop myself from doing the only thing my Dad hates. I healed his brother! Dad would be very pissed with me. But grandpa and uncle Jesus would be greatly pleased with me. Sometimes I use to wonder if this man called Lucifer is really my dad. He is very wicked! I am really the opposite of him Except for the stunningly dangerous never aging face that we shared