Is The Song Dance With The Devil A True Story Novels & Stories

He smiled—a slow, unsettling smile that made my blood run cold. Did I just make a deal with the devil? After signing, we traveled to his home. This time… officially as his wife.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

“And what brings a curiosity to my party?” She tapped her glass to his. “Opportunity.” He studied her. Too smart. Too watchful. “I don’t like surprises,” he said, but his tone held no malice. “And yet, I find myself intrigued.” “I’m full of contradictions,” she replied. He extended his hand. “Dance with me. I want to know more.” She hesitated — then placed her hand in his. The orchestra swelled. They moved onto the floor, surrounded by swirling silk and whispered deals. Serrano held her like he owned her. Ayla let him — for now.

Paul handed me a glass as he returned, positioning himself at my side like he had done all night. We had gotten more than a few looks since the party started. He was acting like my bodyguard or my boyfriend, and I was almost tempted to tell him to go dance with someone else. True to his word, Paul had been harmless, never trying to push boundaries and had been more than helpful with the case. A single dance with him wouldn't kill me. "Ready?" He asked. I threw back my drink like a shot and placed my hand in his, "sure, let's dance."

“But you said you’re in love with him, isn’t it a good thing?” She sighed, “The devil is known for manipulation and making deals with people for his own benefit, people would say that the devil won’t show up to you with horns and a tail, but he will appear as the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen to lure you in.” “You think he isn’t genuine?”

Since when did this bar get so crowded? "Argh! Now you're making me feel like the bad person." Devon slumped down on the couch. "I brought you here and you're forcing me to leave you alone. Tonight, I'll show you that in this whole universe, you can never find a friend as loyal as me." He took a bottle from one of the many wine bottles on the table. "Let's drown our sorrows together, Buddy. We'll yell to the world that this is not game over." "By the way." Devon lowered his voice and sighed. "If I dance with those ladies and Rosslyn gets wind of it, she's going to skin me alive."

He tells everyone that he is beyond happy that he met me and that from now on I am only his, and that we will all live together in peace, as he will not allow anyone or anything to harm us. We all clink our glasses and drink the champagne. Anna looks at me suspiciously and gives me a sign to go somewhere private with her. We go outside, where she asks me what the hell is going on, how could I be with the actual devil. I explain to her that he is not like everyone thinks of him, that he is loving and sweet with me, and that I will be his wife. Anna tells me that she will not allow me to marry the devil, that I have become insane.

— “And he has never been with a woman, people say he had been married before and had a son with his wife but his whole family was murdered. He has had a tough life.” She listened intently as Adina continued, her voice low and urgent. "There are stories—scary myths that have been passed down among the staff. They say Dante's uncle was involved in dark rituals, and that Dante learned everything from his uncle. Some say he’s cursed, that the shadows follow him wherever he goes."