Devin "ghost" Sola Novels & Stories

“Wow, don't get me wrong but Quinn handled all her medical files.” “Quinn?* I raised a brow. “How are you so sure?” “The hacking signature. It belongs to Ghost . Quinn recruited he last year and the guy has literally vanished from the face of he Earth since then. Anything that ghost touches, is locked forever.” “Cazzo.” (Fuck) He smiled. I exasperated, leaning on the couch. I have only last option. “There a woman. Her name is Sofia, she…” I told him everything about about Sofia.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

We don’t have to agree. But you will respect everyone in this room. – Evie “Mrs. Davis is your mom?” the girl nodded with what Evie would learn was a permanent smirk. “That’s good. Miss Davis, what is your question?” “Is it true that you’re involved with two men?” “I am.” Evie smiled and the smile on the girl’s face fell slightly. “I am engaged to two men; both are members of the Devil’s Saints. One works for Wolf Pack Security, the other is a tattoo artist and you will probably see both of them from time to time.”

Lila jumped out and raced after him but he was too fast. Fortunately, they got to an end path where it was blocked and the stranger grinned. "F*ck!" He cussed as he covered his face with his hoodie. "Who are you, show yourself!" Lila demanded as she breath heavily due to her pace. "You got me!" The stranger muttered as he turned back making Lila brows furrowed. The voice is familiar. The stranger removed the hoodie from his face revealing.... Venom!!! ★ GODFATHER ALEJANDRO'S SUITE*

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

I wasn't going to do anything stupid I was going to complete the mission and that would also be my last mission because, after the mission, I was going to pay for my sins. I was going to end my life. I schooled my face to reveal no emotion and walked towards the receptionist at the front desk. "Hello there, I'm Elena Davis. I'm here for an interview." I said with a tight smile. "Elena Davis, you're to go to the fourth floor." The receptionist replied with a smile after checking through her appointment file. "Thank you." I took the lift to the fourth floor and met with the secretary who directed me to the personal assistant's office.

I waved back at him and then signaled him to stay where he is because first I need to get Ethan’s soul and then only I would be able to kill Gael. I turned and then walked to the mirror, I made a gesture with my hand that released power, and eventually, it opened. I looked at those bottles carefully, there were many and I was looking for one specific bottle. I tried to remember the words that Ethan had said to me in the basement. “THE DEVIL HAS CAPTURED MULTIPLE SOULS IN MANY OF THE SAME BOTTLES BUT HE KEEPS A MARK ON EACH SOUL.” The light popped up in my mind, “The mark…” and then I started looking for a black mark on the bottles. After looking for a while carefully, finally I found one.

“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks. Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.