Devil President Novels & Stories

“I serve the Vendetta family, as I always have. And now, it seems you’ve been brought under our care.” Vendetta family? Is this a joke? “This has to be a dream,” I muttered, shaking my head. “None of this makes sense. Mansion? Territory? What am I back in the 15th century?” “If it helps, I can assure you this is very real,” Livioski replied smoothly like he could read my mind. “How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?” Damn. He’s so fucking weird. If this is a dream, it’s the weirdest one I’ve ever had. But deep down, I’m starting to think it’s not.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

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.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

"I'm not asking you to forgive him. I'm not asking you to show him mercy. I'm asking you to help me build the trap that will destroy him forever." "And if I can't control myself? If I see him and—" "You will." I squeezed his hand. "Because you're not the terrified fifteen-year-old he broke in that study anymore. You're Devon Vance. Chairman of Vortex Holdings. The man who dismantled Cordelia's conspiracy in a single board meeting. The man who flipped a corrupt prosecutor in a parking garage. The man who loves me enough to stand in front of a bullet." Devon's jaw tightened. "That's different. That was instinct. This is—"

My plan was to get the job and keep my profile as low as possible. The man who I once knew seven years ago wasn't a billionaire. The man wasn't a CEO. He was just Luca, a boy from the other side, a scholarship student with a short fuse and bleeding heart for me. He had promised me eternity. And I broke him with a lie. “Then tell Vance to fire the incompetent who made the mistake on the decimal point in our Q3 projections,” Luca told him, his tone soft yet deadly. “I do not pay for incompetence.”

The night just gets worse and worse, I thought. Isadora despises my drinking habits. I wasn't an alcoholic; I just had a low tolerance for alcohol and would pass out after two shots of tequila. In terms of wine, I'd have to raise the bar a little higher, which was exactly what I planned to do. But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out.

He looks murderous "It was you. Wasn't it?" "Me? What did I do?" "You killed Papa" "Oh, that? It wasn't personal. I was only settling old debts" "Have you lost your mind? How could you kill your own father?" "He was your father. Not mine" One time when El Rey was trying to hurt me, he told me the truth. It turns out Mama was assaulted and she got pregnant. She doesn't know who the man is. So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

"You're nothing but a monster, an evil person that's what you're are, and I won't spare you once I get my hands on you." Her words made Devon laugh sarcastically. "I now know who you truly are, your special abilities and your past Diana. Believe me I would never let such a rare gem out of my sight." He said. "After I killed my mother, I felt like a man, a warrior who could achieve anything if I killed many more people. So, I sought next to kill the Alpha (Rolex father.) In a matter of time, he was gone. I did it. The only way to achieve that was to plan an attack with the divine pack, and I made it look like Rolex had killed his brother and father. It was all so perfect that I really thought