Novel & Cerita Lucy The Devil

Laura demanded. "He’s Emily’s abuser," Lucian answered, scooping Emily up and standing up. "Y-You invited him?" Emily asked in a faint voice, her heart seemed to be ripped apart thinking that her mate lured the devil into the territory. "Y-You know…" she trailed off, unable to finish her words as Lucian hushed her with a kiss on her forehead. "Hush now," Lucian whispered to her. "I’m here. He’s not going to hurt you anymore."

Luke stormed to Deck 17 to meet his grandpa, Benson Sylvester. Yes, he was the one and only Lucien Sylvester, the most notorious man in the city. His bad reputation had earned him the nickname of a devil. As such, all the bi*ches flocked to him like bees to honey. But he didn’t need them at the ripe age of thirty-two. He needed a genuine woman, a woman who could handle his children and his reputation. He needed someone selfless who wouldn’t choose him for his wealth.

"I guess a hundred years isn't enough to forget an artwork, even when it is barely recognizable." With a wave of Lucifer's hand, a strong wind threw Lucas across the park and he fell with a thud. Before he could get up, the devil was above him, and had his hand wrapped around his neck with a tight squeeze. "Where is she!!!" His voice bellowed, and the air around them tightened. "Kill me, and you'll never find her." Lucas managed to whisper. The devil threw him on the floor, and waited till he was up on his feet, then he grabbed him by the shirt collar.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

She bit down on her lip to prevent herself from laughing at her own joke. “Did you, now?” I stepped closer, knowing she had another pillow behind her back. “Yes, but I can see how it’s not a kidnapper, but rather The Devil decided to pay me a visit. I guess the Holy Water didn’t work.” She said and swung the pillow at me again, aiming for my head. I blocked with my arm, pulled it out of her grip, and threw it to the side. “The Devil, you say?” I gave her a devilish smirk as I walked closer to her, watching the amusement in her eyes. I came to a stop in front of her and pulled her into me.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.