Hostage To The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

As soon as they touched, there was a little electric spark between them but it was so little that neither of them felt it, “Please, take a seat.” . . . “So, this is how my Father intends to go about breaking the chain?” the Devil said, watching from Hell. “I can make sure it doesn’t happen, Father. Just say the word and I’ll kill the human so she doesn’t affect our plans.” Zarif said hatefully. “As much as I would like that, God and I agreed not to sabotage each other’s attempts. If any of us do, then the other can call off the bet. We need a new plan…and fast.” The Devil said.

“I'm fucking manipulating you without even being aware of it. Hell, it has happened once already when I made you kiss me—” “I kissed you because I wanted to. Don't make me out to be this fragile, naive girl which I'm not. You didn't force me to do anything,” “That's what you think, because of how fucked up this is. I told you before that I'm not one of the good guys, Sky. I'm the devil. And this devil is falling in love with you. And despite how fucking stupid that is— how inappropriate and unreasonable— I'm fucking obsessed with everything about you,”

But he wasn’t an angel, he was the devil. He promised that if I chose to live and worked for him, he’d give me a reason worth living for. And I agreed. Even though I knew he was just like the others who wanted to use me, I said yes but under one condition: he would never make me take another life. He agreed. From that moment, he gave me a new life. I became Alaric’s secretary, a man people feared, a man they called the devil, called cruel and they were right. Alaric Voss was a devil, but he wasn’t heartless.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I was now sounding pathetic. The little creature's light got brighter. "Dear Anna, I am here not to protect my people from you but from the new and cruel ruler who is determined to cause anarchy all over our world. He cannot succeed in his ambitions for he will be the cause of our world's collapse. It was written by a prophet long ago that a ruthless young ruler from power hungry lineage will waken the great demon Nedhogg, he will sell his soul to the creature for immortality and undisputable power. Nedhogg would then lay claim to the earth slowly feeding on all the creatures who inhabit it until we are all sacrificed to the gruelish monster." She paused for a minute giving me time to take

I knew someone had break my ranks, something had to be done, that’s when I hired the Devil, I didn’t have to pay them my soul, instead I had to pay her in dollars to an indiscreet bank account. Devil was a woman, a beautiful woman, she’s giving a psycho crazy vibe, but I loved crazy, I loved crazy very much, maybe after our job is done. “He talked” she answer me, I smiled, of course, they talked, they all talked, that’s why I hired Devil, she’s known for her ways of making people talk. “Who does he work for?” I ask, I need to know who my enemy is, the Irish won’t be this bold, but who knows, everything could happen.

Sandra sat defeated in my former cage on the stage. She had made a deal with the devil, which failed. The devil wasn’t honorable. The devil only took. She was going to pay the ultimate price for her betrayal. My premonition was already set in her eyes. Ghost and I appeared beside her cage. She looked at us with sorrow and fear. “Sandra, why?” Ghost was showing her a kindness I couldn’t comprehend. “You sold your pack for what?”