Devil's Teardrop Cast Novels & Stories

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

she asked in a whisper. "Everyone calls me the devil but when you do..." Black tears streamed down from Elliot's eyes. It was sudden and completely unexpected. Liam was in shock. The last time a devil cried was when Lucifer shed tears when he was thrown down from heaven and swore to make everyone come to his side. Liam took steps back, his hands shaking. "...I consider dropping my devil crown." The barrier disappeared and Lexa's ten minutes was complete. Lexa's angelic glow was still on her and when Elliot saw this, he dropped to the floor. The devil never cried unless he has truly felt something in all his life that deeply hurt him.

Tears prick her eyes as she stare up at him. "Devil" she spits out. ﹏﹏﹏﹏

“No. But I’m getting there.” He nods once. Then lets me go. And that, somehow, is worse than if he’d stayed. Because his silence is louder than anything I’ve ever heard. The drop site is hit before midnight. They torch the crates. No money. No survivors. Except the one man who came crawling back to us, one of ours, burned on his left arm, shot in the thigh. He didn’t even know it was a test. But it was. And now I know. It’s Devon. He’s the fucking leak. And he’s been feeding Gio every move we make with a fucking smile on his face.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

"You won't let him get away with that, right? A bad person is anyone who is associated with the Vulture. None of them, not one! The law has not yet been applied. It's not enough to punch him! When she got to Mike's side, Colleen said, raising one eyebrow. After four months of living in this city, Colleen had seen hell and was aware that there were demons in the area who deserved no mercy. Just like that, the Vulture and his men were devils. "No, I won't let him go, of course!" Mike reassured Colleen by shaking his head. Despite the fact that he was a compassionate individual, he had no intention of using that compassion against his adversary, whether in real life or in a video game. "What th

He didn't look like someone who was in pain, instead he looked angry. "Move back! Move back!" A medic brushed past Ariana roughly, snapping her out of whatever trance she'd fallen into. She swallowed hard and lifted her camera automatically, fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the lens. The flash captured Dante being lifted onto the stretcher with a streak of mud across his jaw, rain clinging to his dark lashes, his large hand curling slowly into a fist. Then his head tilted slightly in her direction again. Ariana's stomach tightened. Even half conscious, he looked at her like he knew every ugly thought she'd ever had. She hated that look. Hated him. Mostly.

“And what makes you think I’m some unloyal, useless guard dog who’d just spill away sensitive things?” Silence. Then the faintest trace of amusement slid into Darius’s tone. “I didn’t think you’d tell me freely.” Static crackled—and suddenly the call shifted to video. Marco’s blood ran cold. His sister. Isabella. She sat tied to a chair in a dim, concrete room, her wrists bound, her face bruised. Her eyes widened when she saw the camera, shimmering with tears she tried not to shed. Darius leaned into view beside her, his smile venomous. He held a blade casually in his hand, tapping it against her shoulder.