Money Devils 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.

I stared right into Devon’s eyes and let out a small, sharp smile. "It’s true, Devon," I said. My voice was loud and steady. Everyone in the room could hear me. "My family doesn't have a lot of money. But at least we are honest. Some people rely on hard work. Other people have to marry a rich girl just to pay off their secret gambling debts." Devon froze. His hand stopped in the middle of the air. All the color drained from his face. He looked totally shocked. "Isla, shut your mouth," Devon hissed. His polite act disappeared for a second. He looked like a panicked little boy.

He leaned against the brick wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, trying to breathe. He didn’t hear them at first. Two men stepped out of the shadows near the dumpster. Both were big, dressed in dark clothes that didn’t look like regular customers. One had a scar on the side of his face. The other cracked his knuckles loudly. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He straightened up quickly. “You guys looking for something?” he asked, keeping his voice steady. “Bar’s that way.” The one with the scar smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. “We’re not here for drinks, pretty boy.”

"Boss, I need to show you something." Mikhail could very well kill to step into the hot showers and scrub until his skin was red, and he lifted a palm, walking ahead, "It can wait." But his chief security officer blurted out, "It's about Ms. Elena, Sir." Now that piqued his interest, and minutes later, Mikhail stood beside his head of security in front of the TV screen as the news headlines were read, 'Business mogul, Ivan Dimitri turns himself in and confesses to stealing an adult app from global business tycoon, Mikhail Volkov.'

“Have you made up your mind, Devon?” Devon swallowed, forcing his tone to stay even, though his knuckles whitened around the phone. “I’ve accepted your terms.” A low chuckle slid down the line, mocking in its satisfaction. “I knew you would. Love makes men predictable… and desperate.” “Send me an address,” Devon said, his voice firm now. “And give me twenty-four hours to gather the cash you’ve asked for.” There was a pause on the other end. He could almost hear Damian weighing his words, picturing him leaning back somewhere dark, smiling to himself. “Twenty-four hours,” Damian repeated slowly, as though testing the taste of the number.

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

The two men reached a consensus in the shortest possible time, shared an indistinguishable smile, and immediately prepared to strike. It was as if the allure of the eighteen billion dollars was beckoning them. That was when a voice rang out a distance away. “About that eighteen billion dollar reward… Everyone only found out when they pursued Dark Shura. Goldman, Emerald Devil, isn’t it rather uncharitable of you to do such a thing?” It was a woman’s voice, speaking in heavily accented English.

I walked to some less crowded corner and called Melisa. “Did you get the money?” she asked as soon as she answered the phone. “Y-yes… Actually that's why I'm calling. To ask… why…?” I inquired being completely confused. “That's the payment for your work, for the mole… and for your plan,” she chuckled. That irked me quite a bit. All I wanted to receive for my work was a “thank you” from my boyfriend, along with perhaps a kiss. Now he didn't make an effort to talk to me, but he sent me half a millions dollars?!

CASSANDRA’S POV I was driving in the streets of New York city to reach my home. The radio is on playing in my car a random news channel which am not paying any attention to it. I take a left turn on my regular high speed then spot a man standing talking on the phone. My eyes widen as I honk to alert him but he seemed too distracted in his phone talking to someone. Finally when I get close, my car almost gonna hit him I turn the steering to right making my car run into the phone booth beside the road.

Gray asked. "Deva's men are too busy counting ashes to call them”. Damon replied while trying to light a cigarette. He sat on the edge of the metal table, spinning the gold lighter between his fingers. He grinned, sharp and cold. “Took us twenty minutes. Twenty. Pour the gas, light the match, walk out. Fifty million in product gone up like a birthday cake.” I didn’t smile. “Fifty million? Deva doesn’t care about money. He cares about respect. And we just pissed all over his business”