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"Don't fucking look at me like that." "She's here!" "We found her!" My nervousness doubled. The beat of my heart now is as loud as drums making me deaf. The quarterbacks that were after me have arrived. "Who are you?" one of the loan sharks asked. "Friends of hers. She owes us a fùck." "Great. We wouldn't mind sharing. The more the merrier." what the other loan shark had said gave me goosebumps and I was filled with nothing but disgust. "But the two of us will go first."

"You're watching her again." Lucian didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the closed door. "She's different," Matteo said quietly. "You know it." Lucian set his pen down. "Different doesn't mean safe." But even as he said it, his mind betrayed him. The sound of her voice, the fire in her eyes-they'd already begun to haunt him. And deep down, Lucian Moretti, the Devil of New York, knew one truth he could never admit. He wasn't the only one in control anymore.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

Elliot's POV Lot slowly circled Liam, with the tongue in his hand, waiting for the first strike from him. Lot always did that. Liam was also playing safe and waiting for me to act. Since demons weren't nearly as patient as angels, especially not Lot, he attacked. Lot sped and pounced on Liam. His mouth watered as he tried to use the weapon to remove Liam's eyeballs but Liam used his strength to push him backward as he jumped back on his feet.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

"Hope I am not signing my death warrant because this is getting crazy!!, oh take off the thought girl. It's the money we are talking about" As the lady went out of the car, the air in the room became hot, Travis played music as he increased the volume to the highest which cold blast of one's eardrum. While he was driving, his phone pinged and the caller ID showed " Bigie Twin" and he immediately picked it up. "Hey big bro, what's up man?" Travis answered smiling widely and the caller responded" Mummy said you are late, with whatever. She has just been calling my line!! I mean I can't have peace anymore"

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Revan felt proud at the same time jealous, those boys were looking at what belonged to him. Shaina, on the other hand, felt thousands of pair of eyes on her but a strong sense of eyes that were drilling holes in her body made her turn around, She knew who that intensity belonged to but her heart's desire to take one glance at him was overpowering her senses. she turned around only to see a blank Lamborghini at the entrance gate, she knew who that car belonged to, it was Revan's, it was his fav car, his favorite color, and obviously him.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m