Novel & Cerita Is Devil's Knot A True Story

“Fuck you.” Dante sighed. Pulled out his gun. Not the silenced one. The loud one. “Wrong answer.” _Bang._ The sound echoed and I flinched. The man slumped. I covered my mouth, bile rising. Dante turned to me. No remorse. Just watching. “This is what happens to people who lie to me, Elena,” he said quietly. “This is what happens to people who hide things from me.” “Stop,” I whispered. “Do you have something to tell me?”

In her eyes, I was less desirable already. Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair. The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

She straightly went near them and started to untie them with tears flowing from her eyes. “What happened to you all? Who tied you like this? Devlin, you said they are safe then who tied them like this?” She asked still concentrating on removing the knots. Devlin came near her and stopped her from removing the knots. “I’m the one who asked my men to tie them,” He said and she looked at him in shock.

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…

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I swear. Please don't kill me. Please." Vito didn't respond. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking his time to pull one out and place it between his lips. He lit it slowly, the flame flickering in the dim light. "I had no idea he was working for you, I swear," Matteo continued, his words tumbling over each other. "If I'd known, I never would have touched him. I didn't know. You have to believe me." Vito took a drag from the cigarette and released a slow puff of smoke. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small photograph. A little girl with dark hair and big eyes, smiling at the camera.

She looked up at the stark white ceiling, then pulled out her phone, opened the camera, and took a picture of her left arm. The close-up shot showed the needle mark still oozing blood, the carelessly applied bandage, and her pale, lifeless skin. She looked utterly pathetic. She sent the photo to Aaron Kael, with the message: [Your toy is broken, Uncle. Couldn’t pack anything, and they drained my blood without mercy. If you don’t come save me, I won’t rest in peace.] ... Late evening, Criminal Police Bureau. Aaron Kael leaned wearily against his chair, eyes closed, resting. Finally, the Annie case had a resolution. Another tragic soul, unable to cope, committed suicide over love.

I wonder just how much of the truth she has been told. Sometimes I wonder why I haven't sent a bullet to his brain. It's not like I didn't have his name branded on one already. Trust me it takes far more than restraint not to. And he's still breathing solely on the fact that the Whitmans were the only link that led to the mastermind and what happened two years ago to the Duvals. They were the very bastards who started it all. “Can we just go please,” She begged, even with the pouring I could still see the tears in her eyes blending with the rain. “Yeah?”

Devlin justifies himself. “But you kept the truth from me and you used me. All I did was to come for you to sign my company’s contract but instead, you got me fired. You sent your brother to break the only real relationship I had with Leah and Michael? All this time I thought I was cursed.” “You are.” “Excuse me?” Their father allows a guttural chuckle to escape his throat but Devlin’s daggers of eyes make him clear his throat as a cover-up. “That’s why I need you. Your misfortune is my charm.”

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

My gaze rotated around the room and spotted dad's beaten body sprawled out on the floor and mom's seemingly untouched one hovering over him as she wept. Bathing in overwhelming shock, my hands flew up to cover my mouth. Kasan did this? He's the one dad has been trying to get away from all this time? My lips quivered a bit when it dawned on me... I slept with the man who wants us dead, the man who's so ruthless that people even call him the Devil!???