Lady Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her expression was strange; pity and disbelief mingled in her eyes. Pearl couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s going on?” she demanded. Lilian hesitated. Then softly, she said, “Why did you let yourself fall into the hands of the DEVIL?” “The… DEVIL?” Pearl repeated, confused. “Yes,” Lilian said quietly. “The DEVIL group.” “I’ve heard of them,” Pearl murmured. “But I’ve never seen them.” “I’ve heard too,” Lilian said, voice trembling. “Heard the stories, seen their victims; but I never thought…”

"I think he has a point. I'm not one to judge people, but she seems genuine. She has been with you since your injury and even tried to spend the night here. I had to practically force her to go home. Dare I say she might even like you." "I think you are wrong Felipe." My mind went back to the kiss we shared. "Think about it. What woman would go out of her way for a man she didn't need anything from? She couldn't possibly be after your money, she has tons of it." I sighed, giving up. "I don't know, that woman is difficult to read. I wish I could know how her mind works." "Why do you think she's called the devil? You can never know what she's thinking."

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

“Like, the Moon-Goddess-level deity?” “A bit below that, but significant enough. However, as the young woman grew, she started realizing that although she was powerful, she was no different than the others. The deviless confirmed this, however, when she happened to fall in love with a warrior of the devil clan.”

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

Like chaos in human form or the kind of person who could drag you into hell and somehow make it fun. Beside us, a woman in a silver dress straddles a man’s lap while another feeds him strawberries while someone else disappears behind a curtain with a hand wrapped tightly around their throat. My pulse pounds harder. This place feels different from the nightclub downstairs... More intimate, expensive and... dangerous. Rhyssa leans close enough for her lips to brush my ear as she gestures to the seductive sinful scene surrounding us. "Back here..." she purrs, "is where all the real fun happens, love."

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.

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

We both froze. My fingers wrapped around my belly instinctively. She stared. I stared. “Delilah?” I croaked. Her mouth fell open. “Isla… Isla Walker?” No. Not today. Not now. Of all the people in this city… She looked exactly the same , flawless makeup, oversized sunglasses, dripping money. Her mouth opened and closed like she couldn't decide between surprise or scandal. “You’re… pregnant?” “No shit,” I muttered, bending to pick up the vitamins that had rolled to the curb.