Devil’s Saints: Taz Novels & Stories

Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break you, clip your wings and cage you. And you will cry and only cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time" ~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST), is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature 'DEVIL' of God who he doesn't believe in 'FORGET AND FORGIVE' "I'm good but not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL. ~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.

He moaned in my ears and nibbled on my ear lobes. “Make me proud tonight. Else I will wipe out your entire family." My shoulders slacked. I thought of Aunt and her little boy. I nodded. He took my hands into his palms. It was tiny and his hands covered mine. He led me out of the room. We got to the garage, got into an already prepared car which throttled once we were sitting. ~~~ VALENTINE Today's mission is going to be a smooth one. I and the guys packed up ready to leave. We are launching an attack on St. Georgie's casino. It belongs to Don Rossini. And what's even more interesting?

I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU AND CHEW YOUR DICK LIKE BUBBLE GUM! Inner Devil: “…I was not prepared for that.” Inner Devil 2: “Do we support or intervene?” Taylor: [???] Taylor: [You would NOT dare.] Taylor: [DELETE THAT TEXT IMMEDIATELY. WE CANNOT LEAVE DIGITAL FOOTPRINTS.] Charlie: [Deleted.] Taylor: [Good. We never speak of this again.] Taylor: […But also, you’re insane, and I love you. You are the only hot chick I will ever want.]

"Let's see who is really real and who is not Keng, They can k*ll Zaki D' but not me." _______ I'm Devon Tuffin you can't escape from my nightmare, sweet dreams everyone.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

When we arrived at the well lit arena, I was shocked to see what used to be a training ground turn into a cemetery hosting dead bodies. “Dante Moretti.” I muttered between closed teeth. “Salvatore.” I heard someone calling. My anger resurfaced, the time to the brim. I glanced to where the spectators usually sit and watch the fight and there he was, seated like a king between two guards. Suddenly, my eyes darted to the figure beside him. I was burning with fury when it fell on Fabien crouched to the floor like a dog, a chain hanging around his neck, extending down to his hands. He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival.

The guy kept sobbing, and when he faced her, it was clear that he was stunned for a moment before he got over it and told her what happened. "I never thought I'd meet a devil in person. How much more working for him?" He said that in between his sobs as he glared at the highest floor of the building. "I don't have a job now," his shoulders hung low. In order to comfort the man, she patted him. "Don't worry, you'll find another one," she said, sounding reassuring, even though she herself didn't have a job at that moment. "By the way, what happened? Who's that devil you're talking about?"