Devil's Luck Pirates Novels & Stories

And together with Levi, we made our way to the basement were the torture chamber is. Levi and I when to the torture chamber were Marcus was bounded to a chair and a cloth was tied over his eyes. I signal to one of my men standing and he removed the cloth from Marcus' eyes. Immediately the cloth was removed, Marcus began to tremble when he saw me. I smile in satisfaction as I move closer to him. The closer I get to him, the more terrified he becomes. Good! He should be scared because today he is going to find out why I am called the Devil Alpha.

It was a haven of calm compared to the bustling streets outside. The lull in conversation prompted Delia to broach the topic of yesterday's pirate attack. "Phillip, I couldn't help but notice the chaos yesterday," she began, choosing her words carefully. "Is that something that happens often around here?" Phillip's expression grew serious as he set down his newspaper, his gaze meeting Delia's with a solemn intensity. "Ah, those pirates," he muttered, his tone heavy with implication. "Rogue troublemakers, they are. Always causing a stir whenever they come sniffing around our shores."

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

He suggested. The rest immediately agreed. The rules were simple. Whoever the bottle pointed at would pick the truth or dare card and perform their task. If they failed to do it, then they’d have to drink three glasses of liqueur. The waiters brought the liqueur under the excited cheers of the group. RK spun the empty bottle, and everyone waited as it landed on the lucky person. Jessica leaned over and whispered into Nora’s ears. “Watch how I make that bitch’s life miserable.”

“From Queen Isolde?” “Yes.” The seal was intact. Dominic broke it open carefully. His eyes scanned the parchment once. Then again. His jaw tightened. “What?” I asked. He handed it to me. The message was short. Direct. Unmarked ships have been sighted off your northern coast. They do not fly Lucien’s colors. Nor mine. This is larger than rebellion. Choose your alliances wisely. The ink was still fresh. My pulse slowed, not in panic. In clarity. “This is coordinated,” I said.

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”

He ignored her question, how was he going to be okay when his enemy was in the same building as him? Victor Blackwood wasn't just Darren's business rival, they were sworn enemies. What differentiated them as good businessmen was the fact that Victor Blackwood was into human trafficking. He buys them. The man from earlier was now well dressed. He moved towards the stage walking behind him was a woman with blonde hair, "Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon once again, I am Charlie Stone,” he introduced himself. He had this cheerful smile which seemed contiguous, Emery was smiling as well. "And I'm Cystine Rodriguez, " The blonde said,

He clicked his tongue and waved his head in disapproval, "No Not the last one. I don't do that.” My chest felt light in a way. “Illegal drug sale, sale of contraband armouries, hired assassins and gambling. That is what I do." My breath quickened. He did everything illegal but has never been caught before. He seemed to be powerful. “What lady will want a man like me?" He asked, I could sense hurt in his tone. His eyes were bored into me, it made me uneasy. “What lady will want to marry a hired assassin who would one day become a target?’"

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.