Dmc 4 Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

Blake pulled the car door open for me and spoke in a gentle voice, " Get inside the car first." I compelled sighing out deeply but immediately furrowed when Blake didn't get inside the car. He walked over to face the cameraman who veins were still popping out on his forehead. Blake's powerful voice echoed in the air, " Tell your Big Boss Mr.Livingstone that Blake Davidson has asked his team to contact me for Veronica Knight's Contract breaching agreement."

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.”

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?

So Almighty has a great hand in this. When evil goddess planned he played it in another way by bringing that family at the correct time in that spot. I am hoping that all will end in good way anyway... Dear,,, if you weren't there l might become a cause for that hybrid's death and might become a reason for the destruction of whole world. lf you weren't there l might be a person who will be more evil than cactus. Thanks god! for making my vampire friend immortal. Otherwise we didn't get a chance to know all this like the witch Cactus...", said the old werewolf with weeping.

The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*. It struck me suddenly: was I part of his crew now? Would he always be this mean to me, or was there something deeper beneath his tough exterior? As the engine roared to life beneath us, I felt a mix of excitement and fear knot in my stomach. I had no idea what awaited me on this ride, and the uncertainty bore down on me like a heavy fog. I wasn’t ready for this next chapter of my life, but it seemed that the pages were already turning, and I could only hold on and see where it would lead.