Novel & Cerita Devil's Night Reading Order

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

The next morning, both the mates were sitting in the study room and reading books like always. Devlin is reading the same books about curses as he wants to relax his mind after thinking for the whole last night. He didn’t even sleep last night after what that shadow man said. But, he didn’t get any clue and he also feels like he forgot something in this. He doesn’t know what he can do with the photograph of Seer. So, he thought of relaxing but using that time wisely.

“I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

The night that was slowly turning into a nightmare for me, my mother had said I had been talking in my sleep again last night. And Amanda was very wrong, the conversation most definitely didn't take five minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first thing my eyes went to when I got to work later that afternoon was a painting that hung beside the ancient wall clock behind the counter. It was a queer painting if I had ever seen any as it, it contained a man that apparently was supposed to be the devil with his charcoal black skin, pointy, black head horns and long spiky tail. The eyes were painted a bloody shade of red that were enough to give nightmares, as if I needed more of t

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Dad stood up immediately when he saw my pale face. "Aria! What's wrong?! Did someone hurt you?!" I handed him the black card and told him everything. About the voice, the illusion, the Order of Nightmares. Dad's face got darker and darker as he listened. When I finished, he crushed the card in his hand instantly! "Order of Nightmares..." Dad growled, his eyes turning pitch black. "I haven't heard that name in years. I thought they were gone..." "Who are they, Dad? Are they with Silas?"

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

He bowed and left to carry out the order while I strolled out, ignoring the flames that surrounded me. By nightfall, my fury was gone, leaving my mind clear. The fire, the screams, the blood, it all seemed distant how, like smoke fading into the night. But peace didn't follow. Instead, a gnawing restlessness grew inside me, one name circling my mind like the curse that she was. Lilith. When I arrived back at the palace, I was about to enter the throne room when I met Talia passing, still with a worried look on her face, and I knew instantly that something wasn’t right and my chance had come.

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.