Dewa Jahat Novels & Stories

not like this. To Be Continued...

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

My legs started to ache a bit from standing from the morning. "Call me Ava," she said, making me look at her. I nodded in response and she gave a pleased smile while taking it as her cue to leave. I looked at her retiring back. From all my conversations with her. I was able to judge that she was not a bad person and I should not treat her less because of her relationship with Jack and be a bad guy in all this. The only person who deserves the title of the bad guy between us is Jack Satan Miller.

He looks up at me and smiles slyly, which I ignore. " Hey pretty, what's your name?" He asks with a sexy undertone beneath it. Any girl would swoon but not me. My expression becomes grim and I stiffen. " Vera." Is my clipped reply and before he can say jack, I'm off his reach. Now don't get me wrong, just because I moved doesn't mean I'm free. I still have those triggers, those nightmares, suicidal thoughts, and everything in between. I've only managed to find a way around them so it doesn't affect the way other people see me. To everyone else, I'm the icy cold waitress. Only madam Deborah knows my weakness for what it is. I hurry back to the counter and take quick deep breaths, trying to ca