Dmc 4 Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

His hands came down to grip my chin, stressing his words out one by one, " You don't believe me? Should I do something to make you believe that you don't disgust me but I do hate you?" I felt the sensation by his words. I would have said No another time but his words awakened the devil inside me. Biting the corner of my lips, I replied with difficulties, " Show me.. then.." His grey eyes darkened instantly. With a growl, he smashed his lips against mine and pulled me upwards. I was pressed against his chest hard and wailed as he bit down on my lips hard. He muttered between his angry kiss, slapping on my ass,

Aly said, sticking her tongue out at her brother. We all hopped in the Jeep and pretty soon we were pulling into my driveway. I thanked them again before getting out of the car and running inside. I bounded up the stairs and fell back onto my bed. I looked around at my walls. All of them were plastered with posters of Damien Raines and Devil’s Night. It still didn’t feel real. In just two days I would be standing just mere feet away from him and something told me this night was going to change my life.

Then the waves of pleasure began, and for a while – for quite a long while, actually – Briley thought no more. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Dux, Drake and Briley’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Ice’ (The Road Devils MC #5), Ice and Vixen’s story, is the next book in the series and it's available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

I could not see his face since I backed him, but I knew he was amused at my action. Just then, I felt a hit on my neck. My body shook and I felt my eyes close. Dante let go of me and my body approached the floor in an instant. However before my eyes closed, I caught sight of the cut on his neck, a straight, but not deep mark. Then I fell unconscious. One thing was certain as my mind blacked out; I had never missed before, but this time, I had failed. *** SALVATORE’S POV The door opened at my answer. A man walked in, one of my right hand man and trusted fellow, Marco.

I roared back. My hands were fused to the beam, the violet fire searing my palms. But the pain was fuel. I looked at Dante. He was standing now, but he wasn't just a man anymore. The "Solid Violet" light was pouring out of his eyes and mouth, his skin shimmering like a dark sun. He was the "Trigger"—the biological detonator my mother had hidden in the slums of Lagos. "Dante! The memory!" I yelled. "The 'Original Sinner'! Use it to anchor the pull!"

Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.

Mia felt a strange twist in her stomach—not victory, not hesitation—something in between. “I was going to make it look like a cardiac arrest,” Mia leaned back in her chair, her elbow resting on the armrest, wrist dangling lazily as though discussing the weather. “There’s a drug—blocks your heart completely. No trace left behind. No post-mortem will ever find it.” Hema nodded slowly, eyes half-lidded as she took a sip of her coffee. “That’s clean. Elegant. Very Mia.” Mia smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

It was a lovely place and had always been my favorite. "Oh, oh," Alessa's voice brought me back to reality. "Look who's coming over there." We looked through the window; three cars were parking. One was a red Ferrari, another a black Audi, and the last one a gray Homer. Kanael stepped out of the Ferrari, Basael from the black Audi, and, obviously, Afael from the Homer. Great.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?