Hans Lee Devils Line Novels & Stories

I feel you; I see you, Take a good view, And get lost through, But do not subdue, Because I got you. I give you one more chance, Password is a word on the street. Turn me over, And oh, you’ll get what you truly desire. The bartender watches me as he wipes the glasses, a curious look dances by his eyebrows as he registers the look on my face. I am left appalled. How does he know what I desire? And who the bloody hell is he? I look down at the card and wipe off the dust at the back. The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Lorraine Lebedeva It was raining. My eyes focused on the grave 16 feet away from me as I sat in the car. It's going to be my first time actually seeing her. I let out a shaky breath and shook of the nervous feeling. Come in Lorraine, you can do this. You have to do this. For her... A week has gone by since the incident with Simeon. Dante tried to escape but Simeon's- my men caught him along the way. I'm going to save him for something special.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

Dean looked over at him. "Devon, why don't you go wait for Lee outside. Just knock him out and cuff him like we planned. We'll take him with us. You aren't going to want to be in here for the next part." Dean said and I felt ice drop in my stomach. "What 'next part'?" I yelled as I linked Lee to let him know what was going on. [Dean and Devon have me handcuffed to the bed. Devon is outside waiting to knock you out and handcuff you too]

Let the devil kill me and bring me to hell if I don't. Lee chuckled, but that sound he made was definitely fake. It is because deep inside, he felt such pain in his heart because of Hans's words. He couldn't take hearing those words from Hans who is his only love. ''Are you really sure with it, Hans?'' Lee asked, his eyes full of hope that Hans would give him the answer his ears are aching to hear. Hans looked at Lee seriously, then his sexy lips curved into a sly smile. ''Lee, if I aren't serious with him and he's not serious with me, then you won't see us in that situation in your videos...''

Yet, in the resolute silence that followed, it became clear that some wounds were too deep for apologies to heal. The tension escalated as Leanna, fueled by a sinister resolve, attempted to shoot Russo. In the nick of time, a shadow emerged from the corner of the room – Romero, Russo's ever-watchful shadow, tackled her to the floor. The gun clattered away, temporarily diffusing the immediate threat.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

The mansion itself was a gothic masterpiece. “This is where you live?” I whispered, pressing my face against the tinted window. “This is where we live.” He corrected. “Get used to it.” His voice was icy cold. The car stopped, and a butler, an old man with white gloves and a stoic expression, opened the door. “Welcome home, Luna.” He said. “I am Harrison, and I manage the household.” “Thank you, Harrison.” I said, stepping out, trying not to fall with the bleeding heels still in my feet, as they sank into the gravel.