Little Devils Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Sofia chanted in repeat, I giggled as Jeremy rubbed his eyes roughly. “The Devil is smiling” Jeremy added and my coworkers greeted Devin as he walked towards our direction. He was greeting them back with a smile on his face. As he gets closer to me, his eyes darken when he takes my body from head to toe. Cali made me wear this little black dress earlier, and I had to argue with her to allow me to use my floral blazer.

“What would you like?” I turned towards her, there was a sweet smile on her face that prompted one from me. “A vibrator,” I whispered like it was a secret. She led me towards some shelves. My fingers brushed over a few items, hesitating before I stopped at a glass case filled with sleek vibrators, different designs, different sizes. My eyes landed on a small, blush-pink vibrator, slim, elegant. I was about to point that one when I noticed another that stood out amongst all. Black. Matte. Compact. Whisper quiet, according to the label.

She switched on her touch light and looked around. Her eyes caught a writing on the ground and she paused.. "Did you write this?" Sarah asked. "LION? No i didn't." Tara said. "Devina was here." Sarah said looking around. "What's this?" Tara asked pointing to the number in front of letter LION. "L, 12,21,3,19." Tara said and paused. "i don't know what this is but we need to find Devina wherever we she is." "You said whatever Devina writes always makes sense in the end." Sarah said switching to the camera app on her phone.

All of it danced beneath the blood running down his temple. “What…?” he choked. Devon pulled something small from his pocket—a black switch with a blinking blue light. “Before any of you get any bright ideas,” he said, lifting the device high enough for everyone to see, “you should know—I came prepared too.” The way he said it made the hairs on my neck stand up. He tapped the button once. Somewhere behind us, a soft beep echoed. Then another. And another. My gaze darted around—above the archway, beside the stone columns, near the trees bordering the courtyard. Tiny red lights blinked into existence like eyes opening in the dark.

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

It’s beautiful, another note falls out as I take out the dress. Get ready, you have a lot of birthdays to celebrate. Your devils x I smile slightly at the dress. A smaller box under it. My fingers slowly and carefully open it to reveal a pair of earrings. A devil, with a daisy inside its mouth. It makes me smile. Getting washed, I consider what today could be.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

“I’m sure. Go home. Say hi to Jodie for me.” Paul smiled and gave her a lazy salute. “Sure thing. See you in the morning, boss.” “Night.” As the door clicked shut behind him, Elsie returned her focus to the screen, typing into the search bar: Devil’s mirror. Dozens of irrelevant results flooded the screen—Devil’s Advocate, Devil’s Game, Devil’s Playhouse. She muttered, “No, no… not Devil’s Advocate. I’m surprised p**n didn’t pop up.” Her eyes lit up. “Ah—finally.”

His sharp eyes were filled with emotions too deep to hide. "That's right." He held her gaze. "And it was also..." "...the day my mother was buried." Alexa instinctively straightened. "Your mother?" she repeated in disbelief. "You still don't remember who that boy was?" Devan asked with a faint smile. He pushed himself away from the desk and looked at her with quiet warmth. "Then let me give you one more clue." Alexa's brows knitted together. She stared at him, completely puzzled by the riddle. Devan's smile deepened ever so slightly. "A bunny doll."

"Why have you come here?" "Are you going to act like your master, and ask me to quietly crawl back to hell?" "You shouldn't be here, Lucifer. Lucas wouldn't want you to be here." The devil looked around the house, the corny smile still on his face. "Speaking of Lucas, I don't see him anywhere. Where has he gone off to this time?" Levi said nothing, and the devil chuckled again. He crossed the room, and sat on the bedside table. "You know that my son kept his mother prisoner for over a hundred years right?" Levi didn't flinch. "I'm sure you are well aware, after all you're the most loyal to him."