Me And The Devil Book Novels & Stories

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

When he took a step toward me, I took a step away from him. We continued the pattern until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Why?" I whispered. Why exactly was he acting in the opposite ways? By now, I already understood that he was intentionally doing all of these to drive me insane. This man -The Devil, knew that I expected him to torture me, break me, mend me, only to break me again and continue the process until I was too broken to be mended. He knew I didn't expect a single moment of kindness from him.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

I pushed the cup of coffee in front of her. "How much time?" She looked at me with desperation. I sighed, "a few weeks?" I am not sure to be honest. "Okay." She chirped happily and grabbed the cup. She trusted me. Because this isn't the first time we had such a relationship. When I just walked into the business world, Delilah was the first person to hold my hand. I got her word and made her a renowned model while I would f**k her and stay aware from any kind of rumors.

And as the Sicilian moon cast silver light across their bed, Elena realized the devil she had fallen for might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined. The documents waited in her hidden folder like a loaded gun. One wrong move, one moment of doubt, and everything between them would erupt into chaos.

“Now the real war begins. But I would do it again. A thousand times. For you.” Adrian pressed closer, safe in the arms of the man who had risked everything. The devil had publicly chosen his weakness. And the world would burn because of it.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

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.

I didn’t even know which one terrified me more. My baby kicked hard against my ribs. I pressed my hand over the spot, whispering gently, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Mommy’s just a little… shaken.” A little broken, too. I hadn’t come this far to be found now. Not when I’d clawed my way out of hell with bloodied fingers Not when I’d finally started breathing again even if every breath still felt heavy. I stayed in the bookstore for another hour, pretending to read. My eyes barely moved across the page. My mind kept replaying Delilah’s face, trying to remember if I saw her pick up a phone, if she followed me, if someone else might already be looking.

This wasn’t over. She may have been claimed, punished, and locked in a house full of shadows, but her heart still burned with something he couldn’t strip from her. And Dante Calhoun would learn that eventually— Even the devil can bleed.