Hostage To The Devil Novels & Stories

“No, it's not for protection. It's for assassination. My assassination. Girl, open your eyes and listen to me. They're going to kill you after they kill me. It's a ritual of some sort. They do it every year to renew their pact and covenant of blood with the devil. Alessandro is the devil's favorite and he lives inside of him. Each and everyone here knows. I saw the bruises on you on your wedding day. He will kill you as a sacrifice too. Nobody can save you. Victoria, Valentino serves the devil too. He's getting closer to you so he can use you before Alessandro uses you so he can get more power from the devil.” Jesus Christ. I can't believe she just said that out loud again. Jasmine has reall

It was few seconds before he continued, “There were many other specifics Hitler tried to conceal from people and even close associates and friends, but they are not relevant here. Coming to your observation that a troubled childhood was the cause of the grimmest holocaust in human history is not entirely true. There are many people around who had difficult and unhappy childhoods, but they don’t prompt such crimes like killing thousands of children with physical and developmental disabilities, gassing millions of helpless men, women and children and burying half-starved and broken people alive, all in the pretext of racial purity.” He looked at me and then said leisurely, “The explanation for

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

"And what if you are?" His lips curved. Dark. Dangerous. "Then you should pray, Elena Rossi. Because the devil does not let go of what belongs to him." He turned and walked away. I stood there frozen, realizing I had walked into a cage made of gold and glass. And the devil held the only key.

"You thought Rome was neutral ground? You thought you could talk to my wife in a hotel room while I was watching the satellite feed?" "We have an agreement, Santoro!" Enzo barked, though his voice wavered. "The agreement was with your father," Devi said, stepping toward him with a predatory grace. "And your father didn't try to kidnap my soulmate. You're a glitch in the system, Enzo. And I'm the one who cleans the hard drive." Devi didn't pull a gun. He reached out and grabbed Enzo by the throat, lifting him off his feet with a possessive, raw strength. He slammed the Valenti heir against the wall, the sound of cracking plaster echoing in the suite.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

This wasn’t over. She may have been claimed, punished, and locked in a house full of shadows, but her heart still burned with something he couldn’t strip from her. And Dante Calhoun would learn that eventually— Even the devil can bleed.

And they gave it back to him tenfold, a bond sealed with rage and hope. Then he turned. Slowly. Deliberately. His gaze fell on the man chained to the stake. “But now,” Devon said, voice low and deadly, “we start with this one. This traitor. This rogue. This stranger we welcomed with open arms. And what did he do?” His voice rose, fury trembling at the edge. “HE STABBED US IN THE HEART. TAINTED OUR BLOODLINE. OUR LEGACY.” Devon’s chest heaved as he raised his hand toward the captive. “Woodland… what do you say we do to him?”

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.