Left Hand Of The Devil Novels & Stories

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

She thrashed wildly in Zayden’s arms, her strength tripling in pure terror. Zayden’s grip tightened again, dragging her flush against his body, locking her in place. His arms curled around her waist, restraining her every movement. “Shh,” he murmured, almost soothingly. Like a devil calming his prey before devouring it whole. His fingers trailed down her stomach, taunting. “You see how this works, love?” he murmured against her ear, his voice smooth. “Your attention should be on me.” Hema shook her head frantically.

"Mom! It's too late! We can't change our decision, we have chosen Lisa, we want her wealth and status in our hands. Then we have to give our lives to her. This is the price to pay for wealth and prosperity. We have made a contract and made an exchange with the devil. We can't go back." The devil that Andy mentioned was Lisa, she had all the qualities to become the most powerful devil, she had money, she had status, she had the evil flowing through Lisa's blood, plus her deadly charm only added to her danger. Andy could only obediently submit to her, he couldn't resist. However, Andy didn't know that the most powerful devil was hiding in the dark and waiting for the opportunity to kill him, a

he said. Laura tugged her nipples harder at his voice, “Mmm" she let out. She felt everywhere go hot. “That's not what I asked, take your hands off your nipples" he commanded, his voice deep and commanding. She didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She could feel it coming, everything was coming in all at once. “Now or else I'll fuck your tits and leave you for weeks. Take your hands off" he said again making sure she understood the consequences.

Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake. A voice echoed—Larkam’s, distant and grim. “To prepare his armies to crush the gates of Heaven, the Devil forged a gateway. A cursed mirror. A portal. It allowed demons to slip through—not to kill, but to split the soul. To rip away purity… and devour what remained. But the Devil miscalculated.” Earth, Eons Ago The world was new. Silent. Untouched. But beneath the cliffs, in the shadowed places, things slithered—demonic forms biding their time for man’s arrival.

he muttered in annoyance. "You don't sound very thrilled about that. I am a child of God, sir, not you," Sophia countered, causing Lucifer to frown. "I simply do not want to lose my left hand, Miss Parks," he sighed. Sophia cocked her brow and looked directly at Lucifer's left hand with a questioning gaze. Lucifer chuckled and shook his head. "Have you heard of the right hand of God? Faelon is the left hand of Lucifer or rather, me," he asserted. Sophia huffed and held her stomach as it rumbled loudly in hunger. Lucifer frowned and asked if she had been taught how to feed yet.

he slid his hand down her moving lips as she pleaded to him. Ignoring her pleas and struggle, he started wrapping his hand around her braid," You know there are three things the devil is known for," he stated casually. She listened to him cluelessly with tears running down her eyes. He tugged harshly at her braid, forcing her head to tilt up as she whimpered in pain. "It's Death, Chaos, and Possessiveness," his answer felt like a sheath of ice crusting over her skin. "And you know what happens when a devil gets possessive?" he shot another question nonchalantly.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

the devil commanded. Despite her own powerlessness, Petra clutched the child firmly, determined not to relinquish him. The devil’s hand, which appeared to be normal, grasped Petra’s arm with an inhuman strength. The sound of cracking bones filled the air as Petra struggled against the pain. Her skin ruptured and blood began to flow as she shrieked in agony but refused to let go.