Devilwood Book Novels & Stories

Dancing with the Devil was very a much better fate than being on the bad side of Alex Maldov. He got bored of one thigh and took the scissors out. Poking the sharp prongs right into those bloodshotted eyes of his would’ve been perfect, but he loved to see the fear of his enemies when trampled upon. “My wife was in there, Milo.” He said calmly, “I don’t care for the rest of my family but my wife was in there. If she’s scared then the whole world would have to pay for it. Right now I can torture the whole world, you’re going to have to be a martyr Milo, the sacrificial lamb for the rest of us.”

Then the words came, low and rough, like they’d been dragged from somewhere deep and buried. “My mother was killed when I was fourteen,” he said. “Conti hit. They wanted to send a message to my father about territory. She was caught in the crossfire, wrong place, wrong time. Or maybe exactly the right place if you were them.” His voice cracked on the last word, the first real fracture she’d ever heard in it. “I found her. Still warm. Eyes open like she was waiting for me to do something. That’s when I became this.” He gestured vaguely at himself, at the blood on his knuckles. “The devil they all whisper about. Because the only way to survive was to become worse than what took her.”

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

“No. But I need to know how to survive it. If your family’s coming here... if the Consortium’s what you say it is, and you’re at the center of it—I need to be more than a pretty thing you hide behind bulletproof glass.” Lucian’s expression changed—just barely. A flicker of something between admiration and worry. “You think I haven’t protected you?” “I think you can’t always be there,” she said. “And I want to protect myself.” There was a long pause. The fire crackled. Then Lucian rose, moving to the cabinet beside the fireplace. He pulled open a drawer and returned with a thin leather-bound book. He handed it to her. “What’s this?” she asked, flipping it open.

I know I live in my own dream world, but even I know that this isn’t one of my stories, Devil won’t take me away with her, Devil won’t be my mommy, Devil would lose interest in the end. “I’m ready,” I tell her with both my bags in hand, she smiles and leads me outside toward her car, the red Camaro, the car stood out in my neighbour it didn’t belong there none of the cars were fancy enough to be even compared to hers, and even the flashy ones aren’t that flashy, but still there stood the red sports car. Devil opened the trunk for my things, I could see other bags there, some plastic, some not, I could see a change of clothes, the trunk was pretty much filled, maybe it was all her torture dev

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