Novel & Cerita His Little Devil Is Back

I stuttered, surprised. “We (devils) marry at midnight,” He explained to me and I nodded my head in understanding. Why did I keep forgetting that he isn’t Oliver but a devil? I facepalmed myself in my mind. “So…. would there be any guest, anyone like you?”I asked, hesitating while fiddling with my fingers in nervousness. “No, I don’t think anyone would like to see you as a human but after you turn into a devil, they all will definitely bow down to you.”He said with a slight arrogance in his voice.

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

"Sorry Commander, personal shit but it's taken care of." "As I was saying, Julio Lopez, aka "little devil", is back on the street as of yesterday. You all need to watch your fücking backs and mind your business unless you want a repeat of what happened to St-" I freeze and all I can hear is a ringing in my ear; everyone sounds like they're underwater. Carter puts his hand on my shoulder, helping to snap me back to my fucked up reality. "We got it, Luca. No need to bring that shït up. Why the fück is he out of prison?"

As they caught their breath, Luca held him tightly. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more ready.” The devil had declared his love openly. Now the underworld would bleed for it.

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

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.

"Zayn, it is Uncle" The man's voice came through the speaker and reached the little boy's ear. "Mm, I know" Zayn answered coldly. Without giving the man a chance to react, he questioned. "Why did you call?" "Ha!" A short chuckle rang across the speaker causing the little boy to frown slightly. The man on the other side laughed but, the boy did not thing he had said anything funny. However, he was only cold and did not bother about the man's unusual behaviour.

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.

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.