Novel & Cerita In Love With The Devil Book

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.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

Roger served the ball, and The Devil ran to it, returning it ferociously. “In!” “Love, fifteen.” “In!” “Love, thirty.”

"Why the hell not?" I was hanging on by a thread, trying not to let the rage spill out. I knew who he was—the devil, the one who ruined lives without blinking. And I'd forgotten that, hadn't I? Letting him touch me, teasing him back, seducing him like it was part of the plan. Sure, I told myself it was to get close, to find the perfect moment to strike.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

“I'd have loved to use my sniper instead.” Yevgeny shrinked in fear behind him, and this made Her turn to him finally, a cold smile on her face. “Oh, you're the pest left. Those playing should be gone by now.” In a swift moment, Yevgeny was laying lifeless on the ground, not a single wound on his body, but he was dead. In the gambling room, the same had happened. The men she left behind slumped and gone. One thing anyone in the underworld would be foolish to do was get into Viviana's death book, which these fools found themselves in. But of course, only a few really know the real pain.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

“I’ve fought, I’ve stayed, I’ve risked everything for you, for this life—and you call me a stranger?” Lucian’s eyes flickered, a storm of conflict raging behind them. For a fleeting second, the man she loved—the devil she had learned to fear and admire—looked almost human, almost vulnerable. And then the wall went back up, the steel-hard mask of The Devil returning. “You don’t understand. You can’t understand,” he said, turning away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Aria’s chest tightened. Every fiber of her being screamed for him to look at her, to fight for their bond. But he didn’t. He walked out of the room, leaving only the faint smell of his cologne and the weight of his

His eyes met mine as a tear rolled out of my eyes, it looked nothing like the loving eyes of Scott I had fallen in love with. His look was full of nothing that resembled love and passion, at that moment I knew that I was in love with the devil.