Devils Line Plot Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

“Or you might regret having to know who you are talking to. Leave Orith alone, or you’ll have all your worst nightmares become your reality.” “We’re not afraid of you.” the other member started acting tough. “Oh?” After Axel uttered that word. His skin began to shed in front of the adolescents. Screams are heard all over the block. But no one came to their rescue. As the devil turned back to his human form and left the scene. The gang was either left unconscious or stunned to the point that they can’t even speak. And if they do, they can only say one word. The Devil has come.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

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.

Dev glanced up to met the twins’ gazes as they suddenly pointed their fingers in the sky. The purplish red patch disappeared as a crimson tint in the sky started to spread enveloping the whole surrounding with the bloody color. Dev widened her eyes in shock as the crimson tinge slowly disappear and the sky turned purple again. A bad omen! The demon realm is in danger! Dev hurriedly swept the things on the table as she spread a layer of empty paper in front of her. She then chanted a spell as the images started to appear. She darted her eyes on the image and watched the whole scene with unblinking eyes.

Devilfire bloomed in disciplined bursts as they formed lines the moment their feet touched down, crimson flame snapping into place along the edges of shields and weapons, and the immediate effect was visible even through the map’s abstraction. The Dominion line did not merely hold. It pushed. Malachar himself cut through the projection like a darker stroke of paint. He landed at the centre of the western corridor with a force that bucked the ground, wings flaring wide, his presence instantly reasserting the Dominion’s axis. His Devilfire burned deeper than most, crimson so dense it looked almost black at its core, and it rolled outward from him in controlled waves that slapped Emberflame bac

Resentment and unwillingness, appeared on the faces of these four guys. Even though they were pawns, they still had emotions. No one was willing to become a sacrifice. They were willing to rule the world with this devil, but they definitely weren't willing to become his food. Of course, their so-called struggle was useless. Their resentment would even become the source of the devil's energy. Four blood lines kept rushing toward the devil. The illusory figure gradually solidified, and the bloody figure was no longer transparent.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.