Hostage To The Devil Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

She'd given birth to the devil. The devil had just embarked on a journey of betrayal. He was the client, he was the devil, he was Sal - the best friend of Harvey Rhett.

After a long bath, I climbed out, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to my room to change into fresh clothes. I lay back on the bed and immediately picked up my phone. Helen’s call came through. “Helen…” “Why didn’t you tell me you’re the devil’s girlfriend now?” she cut me off. At her words, I shot upright, my heart thudding. Girlfriend? The devil’s girlfriend… as in Liam? How? I don’t remember Liam ever asking me out. What on earth is she talking about? “What are you saying?” I asked. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. My brother was kidnapped, and guess who took him? The devil. All because he wants him to stay away from you,” Helen said. From her voice, I could tell she was struggling n

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

”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.

"I was planning to take you home, but you seem eager, so I'll take care of you right now. I'll have my way with you first, then kill you and dismember you. Sounds pretty thrilling, doesn't it?" Halsey's heart raced with terror, but she didn't give up. She struggled, her voice trembling with defiance. "Let me go! You're committing a crime! The law will catch up with you!" The Stormborn Devil wasn't fazed. His eyes lingered on the birthmark on Halsey's face. "You're so ugly. No man would ever want you. Before you die, I'll let you know what it's like to be with a man. You should thank me, really."

Fire ignites in my lower abdomen, burning every organ of my body in its path, making my blood boil and unleashing the most overwhelming and burning desire I have ever felt. I want him, here, now. I crave not just his kisses or his hands, but every part of him. I want to melt into him, take him inside, absorb him completely until I drive he crazy, until I have him eating from my hand. I want to possess the Devil... and I'm going to get it. He thinks he seduces me, but the opposite happens. I will be his hostage, but he will become my slave. Then his phone rings and the magic is broken.

I wouldn't let her. I am the devil. This is my hell and I am crazily obsessed with this angel that I have trapped. Even the devil was defeated once only if he knew his own actions will be his miserable downfall. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians I purple You.