Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

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.

She forgot to lock the main door of the house and the devil entered the house without any problem and is now, staring at her with his deep hazel eyes. Neil was puzzled by her appearance in his room but he understood the angelic mind of hers. "What are you doing here, You duck face?", Devil was approaching her. His steps were slow but threatening. His eyes were digging into her soul. He used a duck face again just to make her remember the past. "Nothing" " she whispered as she breathed deeply. "Are you here for me, huh?", His smirk was making her cringe. "I. I. I am not here f. for y. you, Sir", Aashmaan was scared of him.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

He was seething. "I win!" The scar-faced man across the table declared victory, pushing his tiles forward. He had seen Cisco's strong hand and went for a quick win. "Hold on, I played the wrong tile." Cisco's eyes widened as he realized his mistake, having discarded the very tile that would have won him the game. "Once the truth comes out, you're toast, even if you hit the wrong guy," Scarface said with a dark chuckle. The crowd that gathered for those games was not exactly made up of saints. They were all cut from the same cloth, and none could play the innocent.

“I am begging you,” She cried, throwing her head back on his shoulder. “Begging you what, my love,” he inserted it harder. With a give-up sound, she accepted her defeat. “I want you to fuck me now. I am begging you to give me what I needed the most.” He chuckled as he won this game. Clutching her jaw at his chest, he husked, “I am the devil, and never forget he is the master of your little game.” With one hand, he opened her hook over her head as her exhausted body fell on his chest.

The voice didn't give Hades time to act before it struck again. "Look at me, Doll," Hades said softly, his paw curling around the no-fur's face to cup his chin. He didn't apply pressure but instead waited for Doll to obey. "The sooner we play his game, the sooner he'll be gone." It took a full minute to decide to do as Hades asked. Something felt off and the no-fur wasn't certain he was a good enough facsimile of Hades's Innehavre to beat the Black Devil. The moment they locked eyes there would be no going back. If he didn't have whatever the hell Doll had that won over Hades's heart, or at least the ability to convince Hades he did, they might fall prey to Black Devil.

I won't let him get away with what he wants to do to me. Just as he's about to bring his face to my neck, I guess to kiss it, in a matter of seconds someone pulls the bastard away from me, who had me pinned against the wall. He throws him furiously to the floor. I find myself in shock, cornered against the wall, but I manage to react when I see the man's face. I realize it's him, the Devil. He's on top of the guy; he hits his face insistently. The bastard is bleeding non-stop. "Oh, by God, he's going to kill him!".

“We will have her reeled in soon.” His eyes lit up once again, his lips curving up in a big smile. “Are you sure about that?”, he asked and reached out for the TV remote control close to him. He pressed a button and an obscene video played out on the screen. A woman was seen making out with two other women, The faces of the two women were blurry but the first woman’s face was as clear as day. It was the woman in front of him. Seeing the video, she sobbed. It was a deadly reminder of the deal that she had made with the Devil.

How can Devon use it casually, knowing their agreement? "Isn't this supposed to be a mere game?" Bienley faintly chuckled. "Well, let us just say, I hate losing in a game," Devon muttered with an ominous smirk, carving his lips. ****😊😳****

Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips.