Novel & Cerita Jersey Devil Stories

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

Bernard parked his car in the driveway and killed the engine. He sat there for a moment, letting out a long breath, his hands still gripping the steering wheel. It had been a hell of a day. Between the shootout at Gianna's warehouse, dealing with the Yellows, and watching Vito navigate his complicated situation with Aiden, Bernard was exhausted. All he wanted was a cold shower and maybe a drink. Or three. He grabbed his jacket from the passenger seat and got out of the car, locking it behind him. The night air was cool, quiet. His neighborhood was one of the few places in the city where you could actually hear yourself think.

But I held it back. I don’t hit women. But I scare them, and that was what I was going to do. I inched closer, and swiftly brought out my gun from my pocket. I placed the gun directly on her forehead. “Now listen” her eyes grew wide, as I spoke calmly. “You will do as I say little one, or you are going to get a bullet stuck in your head in seconds, hear me?” “And don’t think I'm bluffing. They don’t call me the devil for no reason” I pushed the gun further into her head.

"You won't be able to laugh like that when I cut your throat, asshole!" "Relax, buddy. I want Jessabelle to confirm that she wasn't Ivanna in her previous life. That's all. You don't need to be mad at me like that!" Devon, who was about to remove his arm from around my neck, tightened it even more, and his fingers now gripped my windpipe, and he swore as a form of anger at my not keeping my promise. "Motherfucker! I told you that Jessabelle has nothing to do with that shit! She's neither human nor vampire, and she has the same hour as your lover's birth!"

For as long as she’d let him be. Let it be forever. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Ice and Vixen’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Moon’ (The Road Devils MC #6), Cole and Nala’s story, is the next book in the series and it will be published here on GoodNovel very soon. If you would like to know when it's published, please check on my website for updates: www.marysoljamesromance.com

****okay so I just recently updated a chapter and we left off that Devon gave her baby up for open adoption. Jessica wiped Jennifer's memory of Devon and ended with the devil. And since I literally can't get our favorite latina off my mind I've decided to do a back to back update. So those of you waiting for other books, blame Devon lmao. Anyway... This chapter is still in Devon's POV and picks up with her and Jennifer in present time before Devon had her flashbacks....****

The song by Anthony Warlow played in her head like going raw truly was her best achievement! 'Why did I settle for latex when this feels so much better?' Charlie thought. Inner Devil: 'FINALLY! Liberation from the Latex Lies! RAW IS THE LAW!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘I’m crying. This is a full-blown spiritual awakening! The heavens lied to me!' Inner Devil: ‘Somebody, write this down. This is history. This is the moment Charlie reached Nirvana!’ Inner Devil: ‘You reading this—yes, you! Who else am I talking to? You are also an inner devil now. Accept the task and note his record-breaking history!'

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev