Romans & histoires Lucy The Devil

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

Decker said with red eyes and a pissed-off voice. “Yes, but the plan was to get money, not...” “I am sorry, Mike. She didn’t sleep for two nights because she was getting haunted dreams about what you people did to her.” Decker stood up as he stuffed his gun into his pocket. “Please, forgive me,” “Don’t ask me forgiveness. I am not GOD. I am the Devil, and the Devil never forgives.” He took a knife and made minor cuts in his hand, slowly letting the blood ooze out.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

She knew Darren was ruthless and heartless but he wouldn't kill anyone—So she believed. Jonathan on the other hand wasn't a liar, she had seen everything with her own eyes. “There has to be some kind of misunderstanding,” Emery wasn't ready to accept this yet, she had to find out the Truth herself. The bang on the door increased, it sent shivers down her spine. Emery couldn't face Darren now at least not now. “Darren is the devil himself, he could read your thoughts!” Jonathan's voice was laced with words, each word from him etched deeply in her heart.

"Ouch! Did you see the boss? Oh my fucking goodness! He's just so fucking—" "Don't! Don't you dare finish that sentence. I know, right? But look what he and his men did to me, us. I now realize why he's the devil to the underworld. Lucifer is so sexy and good-looking too but from inside he's just ugliest and so fucking horrible. He can change his face to manipulate people. That's what Ivan Volkov is. He's no less than Lucifer." I look at Lucy who gasps and applauds in admiration, making me scowl at her. This bitch's never serious.

"You're not qualified to be his wife!" "I was forced to do that, and I know you, my claw can't hurt your life!" Lucy looked at Devin, she explained eagerly, "Trust me Devin, I love you, and soon we will be together again." "Then let Brooklyn go." Devin gasped for air with every word he said. "Impossible!" Lucy's expression suddenly changed. "I have to kill her!" She lit her sharp claws, and pounced again! Devin pushed me aside with all his strength, sideways in front of me.

and that could only mean one thing; HE WAS THE DEVIL HIMSELF. Jennifer tried to get out of bed and run away from him but she couldn’t move her limbs. She was forced back on the bed, hands and legs spread out and she screamed in horror but it was pointless; no one was coming to save her. “Desperate humans have no problem making deals with the devil. Their selfish desires always seem to be more important to them than their own souls and when the time comes to pay the price, they all of a sudden don’t want to. I will never understand why,” Lucifer said.

The woman might as well have been mother nature. “I’ve been offered a deal,” responded Luci. No surprise there, people are always making deals with the devil. “From?” I inquired. “Joe Spencer.” I froze in place and my jaw clenched. This explains why Hex couldn’t speak about it in front of Abby, it was her father. My hands turned to fists and I felt my temperature rising. The man had been in jail less than six months and he’s already making deals with the devil. “What’s the deal?”

"There is plenty of time for chit-chatting. Right now, we have Ignatholon to save and the devil to kill." "He is not the actual Devil. His name is just Lucifer," the witch spoke, looking me dead in the eye, like she was challenging me. She seemed younger than I'd imagined. How Lucinda described her and her age, she should have been looking a little more soggy and a lot less sexy. Then it hit me. She sucked up some of Scorch's life force, so that meant he mated with her. I dismissed the witch without responding to her. I promised Lucinda I wouldn't harm her, but I said nothing about acknowledging her presence. My eyes landed on my advisor, and they were bleeding with rage.