Novel & Cerita I Met The Devil

”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.

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.

His tattooed knuckles tensed at his sides, like he was already ready to throw down. And damn me to hell… he looked good. Dangerously good. The kind of man that made girls with daddy issues forget their names. Rough-cut jaw. Eyes like sin dipped in whiskey. A smirk that promised pain before it ever offered pleasure. But I knew better. That face was carved from the same bloodline that ended my mother. Killian Maddox was the devil in leather. And I was about to marry him. “You look like trouble,” he whispered as I reached him. “You have no idea,” I replied, the smile I gave him sharpened at the edges.

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

Have you ever felt like today’s your last day on this planet? As if you had committed a major sin and you would get executed for it? That was exactly how I felt at this moment, except I didn’t know what my sin was. The Devil walked towards me stealthily with a deadly expression on his face which absolutely terrified my soul. And I knew I was doomed. He stopped at an arm’s length from me. I gathered the last pieces of courage I had and asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you angry?”

I didn’t let him say his words when I exited the place, as planned I took the taxi to the mall where I parked my car still in my disguise, I drove with happiness, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the love making,I wanted more and more, too bad I can’t experience that anymore,I just need to stop. I drove into Victor’s mansion and I saw his car parked, my soul left me. Oh no, The Devil is back, what do I do? I thought he was returning the next day? What changed? I nearly passed out when someone emerged from the shadows and knocked on the window of my car, it was Victor, the devil, he gave a hand sign meaning, ‘come out of the car.’ I guess this is it, I will have to face the devil now but O

I just tried to twist my waist out of his hold But the way he caught me, I got out of his grip. It seemed almost impossible. "Roose ….My crystal My baby! So you are calling me a devil. Yeah you are right I'm devil! Now you will see the real face of the devil, And I swear you won't be able to forget this Devil. I have been lovingly explaining for a long time, but you did not understand, now you come here to me and If you do not come to me within the next second, then you will be responsible for whatever happens tonight!."Christian said .

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me