Novel & Cerita Devil's Advocate Cast

“They're right, Mary. Involving the Cops will be a crazy idea. What if Pastor James gets killed?" Alejandro chimed in as he took the side with everyone to make it seem like Marwas was the villain. “Even you, Dad?’ Mary points to her Father. The rejection was too much for her to handle. To think that it came from someone she never expected; her Father. “You're not booking a cab home. I'd drop you home and that's final,” Antonio declared, without giving Romeo a chance to speak for himself.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

“I hope you know what you're doing. Because if this goes wrong, not only will you have lost Aylin... You'll also have pissed off the Devil.” Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his smile sharp as a knife. “Dominic... I am the Devil.” “I know, that's why I'm telling you... If it goes wrong, even you won't be able to stand yourself...”

a familiar voice said, Yep, I know that annoying voice from anywhere, please God let it not be who I think it is. Someone was approaching from the shadows, I could see a perfectly structured body already, “You have got to be kidding me”, he was slowing approaching where we were seated with drinks in his hands like it was a movie scene or something, as he got closer I finally got to see who it was yep it was the devil, Davis Garraway. “You have no right to comment on someone else’s look, her looks is none of your business, all of you” he continued as he looked at them all

"It's only as a courtesy. Are you going to open the door, or am I going to burst through it?" He knew my name. The Devil was a trickster, Pastor said. This was the closest to the Devil I ever hoped to get. "Do what you gotta do." Nothing happened. I heard a sigh. "Okay, I was bluffing. You're good, I see." It sounded like Tony, the vamp who looked like Omar Epps. I wasn't going to be sidetracked by his good looks, if that was his plan. "You might as well be up front," I said. "Are you here to kill me?"

he pushed trough, desperate himself. "But.. why is he doing this? What did we ever do to him?" "I don't know and he won't tell a soul. He's the devil, Ms. Erika, you haven't seen a thing yet. There's not one thing right with him, he's insane. He has gotten too ahead with him plan and we are lagging behind. It's crazy how close he will be to his goal soon and we'll be able to do nothing about it. We have to buckle up, give it our all. Will you be able to do it?" Metin asked, stepping closer while keeping his tone low. She didn't have to give it much thought because she keeps thinking about her fate if it turned out like that.

“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.

My father. Rosetti. A third man with his face scratched out. And in the blurry background — a child. A little girl. And she looks… familiar. Too familiar. A sharp, cold pulse goes through me. “Where did this come from?” I ask. “No trace,” Luca says. “Burner network. Professional.” “Of course.” I stare at the girl again. My father had a way of keeping the ugliest truths buried. If that girl is who I think she is, then half the assumptions I’ve made about Isabella… might not be assumptions.

And this time, I wasn't going to play games. We sat together in the study room, now filled with shattered glass and traces of war. I cleaned my weapons with mechanical but focused movements. Isabella sat beside me, carefully tending to the wound on my arm. "How are we going to fight them, Alex?" she asked quietly. "They know everything about us. They know this house, they know your every move." I smirked, a dangerous, crooked smile forming on my lips. "They think they know everything, but they are wrong. They don't know that the Alexander Volkov they knew died today. What exists now is just a Devil who has lost everything and is ready to destroy anyone in his path."

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "