Living With The Devil Novels & Stories

He replied, peeling away from where he had been leaning against the door. "Some of that blood money is being put to good use after all." I responded. His mouth curled into that amused curve that set my teeth on edge. Santiago was like an impenetrable, steel door, nothing could get to him or ruffle his feathers. Not even the arrest had been enough to shake him. I wasn't sure if it was his self discipline or the belief that he could get away with anything. "Yes, Nina." He said. "I give back to the community so my soul will be spared from eternal damnation."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

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.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

Another guy continued. “We can change your lives for the better. You don’t have to stress or worry about the outside world any longer. Spend time with us. Don’t worry, we don’t bite unless you want us to of course. But we’re here to celebrate and get freaky. It’s for the best that we get down and dirty.” The third guy said. The women grinned. They were marveled by their presence and for the men, it was hitting it off quickly. Getting to know each other better and making small talk, they called on the bartender to get them the most expensive wine they have.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

His terrible face was full of pride. "I've carefully cultivated the four of you in order to leave a way out for myself. I didn't expect me to have reached this stage." The old man in blood-red robe chuckled. All the creatures in the world were his sources of energy, and the four people who had been following him were no exception. This was how devils were. They were ruthless and devoid of humanity. They fed on all living things in the world and absorbed resentment between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves. Previously, someone might not understand the definition of the devil, but at this moment, absorbing the blood of his four trusted subordinates was enough to show how horrible and r