Meeting The Devil Novels & Stories

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

“They have agreed to meet you today, sir.” A flicker of surprise passed through the room. “What?” someone muttered. “They actually agreed?” “They’ve refused every meeting so far, why now?” Another voice added, “What do you expect? He’s Apollo Reed. They say he could trick the devil if he wanted.” Someone snorted. “That’s why there’s a saying in the company, if you meet Apollo and the devil, make a deal with the devil instead.” I flipped the file shut and looked up at the room, gaze cold enough to drop the temperature ten degrees. “I want a viable, permanent solution by the end of today unless you’d all rather be unemployed. I will take care of the parents. Leave.”

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Susie smiled cheerfully. "Susie, I have an appointment in the next two hours you'd better start talking," I threatened. She grinned mischievously, "Plenty of time, my love." ~~~~* I refuse to discuss the details of my agreement with the devil—that would be Susie of course, she's secretly the devil's younger sister. I just know that I'm going to this meeting with a heavy heart. "Cheer up, it's not so bad." I stared daggers at the smug face of Susie walking beside me as we trotted down to the church.

“Meeting adjourned.” Chairs scraped loudly against the floor as people rose. The sound was harsh, grating, chaotic after the heavy stillness. Some of them avoided my eyes entirely, refusing to acknowledge me. Others looked at me openly now, their expressions sharp with calculation, already plotting ways to undermine me, to test me, to push me until I cracked. Good. I could handle enemies. What I could not handle… was him, Devon. The room emptied gradually, voices low, footsteps retreating, until the last door closed and it was just the two of us.

How was I supposed to get her to join me when I didn’t even want her to be part of this side of the world? “Icarus!” My attention was brought to the devil in charge. His glowing orange eyes glared into me with as much intimidation as he could seep into them. I couldn’t help but scowl back his way, because showing an ounce of compliance is a sure way to get myself killed. They prey on weakness, enjoy it so much it’s almost an aphrodisiac to these demons. “What?!” I snapped back as if this meeting were a mere nuisance to me and not some essential crisis.

My dad never mentioned anything to me about these people: The devil,Scott,Xander. "We still need him to indulge some information about Xander. Then,you can do whatever you felt like doing to him,boss."said Scott."Lest i forget,we have a meeting with 'Vital Life' enterprises." "I can't forget about that meeting. Give me a few minutes to have a shower and dress up. You can leave."The Devil responded. Scott opened door and was about to walk out but he stopped, perhaps he remembered something else. "What about her?"he pointed his finger at me with a scowl on his face.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.