Devil's Teardrop Cast Novels & Stories

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

When he eventually let go, he turned to Luca. “We'll speak in private on a later date. There's someone out the door waiting to take you to your car,” Luca said to him. “I like how proactive you are, Devil. Goodnight.” They shook hands, and he walked straight for the door. The door closed, and Valentina's palm instantly turned sweaty. All night she had successfully evaded the devil's gaze by keeping her focus on Lev. At the beginning, she didn't know what to expect from him. After conversing with him, she considered him a very cheerful man In a sea of men who just wanted to be arrogant, and disrespectful.

John looks away from Sebastian, crushing the cereal between his teeth as he as he struggles to focus on the television in front of him. Sebastian scrutinizes his friend, the older man looking stressed out with wrinkles drawn on his face. The man had avoided his gaze from the first question and Sebastian begins to realize the dreaded truth. “You are officer Anderson, aren't you?” John does not turn to face Sebastian, he does not nod or acknowledge the words that had just been thrown at him, instead, he keeps his eyes against the television screen fighting a futile battle to resist the tears that had just escaped his eyes, followed by another.

“Act happy. The wolves are watching.” “I’m smiling,” I snarled, forcing myself to do just that. “See? This is how happy I am.” His mouth twitched but it was not a smile. “Looks like you haven’t changed. Terrible actress.” “Neither have you,” I said quietly, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Trying to control everything, as always.” His dark eyes sparked. “I’ve become better than ever, thanks to you. One time you controlled me. It won’t happen again.”

The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp. She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face. “Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.” In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer. Ace. “The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.

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.”

“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.

Fuzzy. "Hey!" Santino shouts, making all our heads snap his way. Including Matteo, who seemed very engaged in his movie. "What did you do?! Why is she crying?!" Santino shouts shoving Tio off of him, as everyone's heads then snap to mine. Oh.....

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

“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.