Handsome Devils Novelas e Histórias

This devil. Devi ran charged throwing his foremans against Hunter who cleverly ducked them and swung the spanner at him. Devi blocked the spanner with his hand and quickly elbowed Hunter in the face, he dropped the spanner. He grabbed Hunter and pulled him to smash him with his head but Hunter responded fast by pushing him away. While Devi staggered backwards, Hunter jumped at him with a punch which landed on his face and he hit the wall with a thud. “Help!” Ludo screamed in another room.

Today is our last paper, I know this will be my last chance to tell Oliver so am determined not to let it slip. After the paper, everybody was jubilating, except the devil who is just standing and watching, he doesn't have friends, he doesn't want to, cause I hear stories of how he turned down girls that want to date him, even from the senior class, some even beg me to help them. I wonder what they see in him, they should just look past his handsomeness and see the ugliness in him. I search the crowd to see my Oliver and friends throwing sachet water at each other, some of the girls are included. I took my time to look at him, that's the guy I want to be with, he is good, humble and good loo

The silence was deafening, but it was also passing as much message as my eye contact. “ The Devils are dangerous, but I can go alone, but I can't risk my goods. As much as they are dangerous, they are also smart, so let's pay homage to them.” I smirked. “ Yes Boss!” They all chorused at once. I distributed the roles of each mobster and the angle in which they will stay hidden and alert, in case the Devils try to play smart. After much strategizing, we were off to the Devil's Clan. The Devil's Clan is owned by Russell Volkov, the great Italian Mafia of all time, but that title will be taken from him soon.

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

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

She knew Darren was ruthless and heartless but he wouldn't kill anyone—So she believed. Jonathan on the other hand wasn't a liar, she had seen everything with her own eyes. “There has to be some kind of misunderstanding,” Emery wasn't ready to accept this yet, she had to find out the Truth herself. The bang on the door increased, it sent shivers down her spine. Emery couldn't face Darren now at least not now. “Darren is the devil himself, he could read your thoughts!” Jonathan's voice was laced with words, each word from him etched deeply in her heart.

Taylor said, pressing his body against hers. Inner Devil and Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil were holding hands, screaming: “Ahhhhh!” Inner Devil: “This isn’t sex, but it’s close enough!” Inner Devil: “It’s getting hot in here!” Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: “So hot!” Inner Devil: “So take off all your clothes.” Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: “I am gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!” Inner Devil frowned, saying: “Please don’t.”

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’