Devil's Teardrop Cast Novels & Stories

“South tower. Got it.” They built together for the next ten minutes—Ayra handing them pieces, Elias directing, Lucian actually participating, in his own quiet, stoic way. Then, without warning, Elias climbed onto Lucian’s lap and threw his arms around him. “You’re the best villain ever.” Lucian froze. The boy’s arms were small and warm, his hair soft against Lucian’s jaw. The embrace was brief, uncalculated, pure. Lucian didn’t hug back. But he didn’t move away either.

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.”

Adom smiled as hell rained down upon the Angels. Most were able to summon protective power as in time, but not all. Some screamed as they burned and the Devil took a deep breath of satisfaction. There was a muffled sound beside him that had his eyes sliding over towards the vampire leader. Boss didn't appear as happy as the Devil had thought he'd be. "What ever is the matter?" he asked, his voice light and airy despite the scent of burning flesh that filled his lungs.

Decker said with red eyes and a pissed-off voice. “Yes, but the plan was to get money, not...” “I am sorry, Mike. She didn’t sleep for two nights because she was getting haunted dreams about what you people did to her.” Decker stood up as he stuffed his gun into his pocket. “Please, forgive me,” “Don’t ask me forgiveness. I am not GOD. I am the Devil, and the Devil never forgives.” He took a knife and made minor cuts in his hand, slowly letting the blood ooze out.

“They killed my father. They think they can get away with this.” “They won’t,” Luca said beside me, his expression carved from stone. “Not if we find them first.” I nodded, my gaze shifting toward Isabella. She stood close, her face pale, her eyes wide and shining with tears. She looked terrified—fragile—and I felt another surge of protectiveness rise in me. I brushed my hand against her hair. She flinched slightly, shock I thought but maybe it's was more then that. Though she didn’t pull away.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

She knew Darren was ruthless and heartless but he wouldn't kill anyone—So she believed. Jonathan on the other hand wasn't a liar, she had seen everything with her own eyes. “There has to be some kind of misunderstanding,” Emery wasn't ready to accept this yet, she had to find out the Truth herself. The bang on the door increased, it sent shivers down her spine. Emery couldn't face Darren now at least not now. “Darren is the devil himself, he could read your thoughts!” Jonathan's voice was laced with words, each word from him etched deeply in her heart.