Devil Next Door Novels & Stories

Yet, Micheal bravely came to ask The Devil for his help. “Mr. Xander?” Micheal tremblingly called his name. “Where is she?” The Devil half growled with his low husky tone. “In your room, Mr. Xander.” The Devil only glanced at Cheyne who gave a small nod. Without uttering words, The Devil walked inside the suite and locked the door. Once he stepped inside, he smelled something he had been waiting for a hundred years.

V. The whole time, Trent kept reminding himself, the right and decent thing to do was not to read another word. However, after fifteen minutes of trying to watch T.V., he got up and fished the papers out of the trash can. His neighbor could be dangerous, he reasoned with himself. It would be in his best interest to ensure she wasn’t deranged or something - or at least that is what he told himself as he sat down on the couch.

Dark hair, sharp features, wearing designer clothes like he'd just walked off a runway. "Who the fuck are you?" Aiden demanded, scooting back on the bed until his back hit the headboard. The stranger chuckled, a sound that was both amused and dangerous. "I'm your worst nightmare, little pet." Aiden's jaw tightened. "I don't care who the hell you are, but don't call me that." "Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" "Get the fuck out of my room." The stranger scoffed. "Your room?" He walked toward the wardrobe and opened it, pointing at something. "See this?"

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

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.”

I don't know what's worse-the fear of seeing him again or the fear of what I'll feel when I do. When the door finally opens, my body betrays me again. My pulse spikes, my breath hitches, my skin prickles with heat. It's him. Dante steps inside, suit crisp, dark hair swept back, eyes gleaming like the devil himself. He doesn't even look at the mess on the rug. His gaze goes straight to me. "Good evening, doll." "Go to hell." His grin is slow, deliberate. "Still keeping me company, I see."

Right? Before I could respond, another text came in, from him. "See you tonight 😈" The devil emoji. Playful? Flirty? Or something else? Wait. "See you tonight." Not "have a good day." Not "thinking about you." "See you tonight" with a devil emoji. Like he has plans. Like something's going to happen tonight. The memory crashed back. "This was just night one." His words from last night. After he made me come crying. Night one. Which means...

, she shivered after having said that. Murphy was alarmed about the place that she saw in her dream, she wished to reach there earlier, to assess that, and to find a better way to escort ALexa when there is the need. The maid continued after taking a pause, she started to pouring out to her by her own, "So, it's said to be better not to speak about those places, so that no one loses any life out of curiosity. The doors to that terrace remains shut forever, it is known that devils have the their abode there, they attract people there and after that they don't seem to return at any cost.

I groaned and ended the call. Immediately, I called Elias–one of the skilled hackers that worked for me. “Hack into the surveillance footage of Casa Di Luce restaurant and the buildings surrounding it. Between 8:30 p.m. to 9 p.m. I need the footage of a girl jumping out of the restroom window. Chest nut brown hair. Black sequin dress. Make it snappy.” I instructed before ending the call. Wherever she was, I would find her and make her regret in ways that she never imagined.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”