Hostage To The Devil Novels & Stories

THOSE WHO SAYS DEVIL IS A CUTE LITTLE MAN WITH TWO HORN ON HIS HEAD, THEY ARE WRONG ''CAUSE THEY HAVEN'T MEET SILAS. HE'S BEEN HELLBOUND TO HATE ME AND STILL WANTS TO OWN ME NO MATTER WHAT. EVEN THOUGH IT WAS FORBIDDEN. BUT FORBIDDEN IS THE OTHER NAME OF SILAS AND THE DEVIL. I'M HYACINTH CLAUSEN, HIS STEPSISTER, HIS FORBIDDEN ADDICTION. A TOY, HE WANTS TO PLAY WITH WHENEVER HE WANTS BUT WILL NEVER LET ANYONE TOUCH THAT TOY. HE EVEN MURDERED MY MATE WHEN HE TOUCHED ME ''CAUSE I WAS HIS TO PLAY. ] AGAIN AN APOLOGY AND LOTS OF LOVE. T O ALL THE RESPECTED MADAM AND SIR

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

He added more syrup to his pancakes, and I wondered if all demons had such a sweet tooth. “This land, the land we’re on now, who’s territory is this?” I asked. “We are on human grounds. It belongs to everyone, which makes it harder for anyone to track us.” “But the…” I hesitated to even say the word. “The Devil can find us anywhere.” “It’s not the Devil tracking us. If that was the case, we’d be dead. No, the Devil has no idea about any of this. It’s only Onx and his men.” Ash sighed as he thought about the grim situation.

It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body. Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

To be honest, I haven't discussed this even with Ryan before coming here and I don't know what will be his reaction but that seems to be the best option. "Yes, I will do anything." She nodded her head instantly and Ryan looked at me with confusion. "You will have to sign a deal." The same tactic which I used with Delilah, "You will have to promise that you will never come in our life again and if we will ever find that you are involved in something shady, we will have all the control over your life. What do you say? Will you accept it?" "Yes, I will. You will never see me again." She promised.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”