My Devil Tutor Novels & Stories

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

"Now I'm going to ask you once, what do you want from me? Let me give you so you can stay the fuck away from my life." The Devil had convinced him to tutor me? I had to give that soul thieving bastard more credit than he deserved. "You know what I want, Blake?" My mouth was running before my brain now and I felt like I was bound to say rubbish very soon. Your soul, hand delivered to the Devil, only I didn't say that aloud. I said something milder, the first explanation that came to my head as to why I was obsessed with him. The tattoo which currently read 20 burned.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

"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.”

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

I knew someone had break my ranks, something had to be done, that’s when I hired the Devil, I didn’t have to pay them my soul, instead I had to pay her in dollars to an indiscreet bank account. Devil was a woman, a beautiful woman, she’s giving a psycho crazy vibe, but I loved crazy, I loved crazy very much, maybe after our job is done. “He talked” she answer me, I smiled, of course, they talked, they all talked, that’s why I hired Devil, she’s known for her ways of making people talk. “Who does he work for?” I ask, I need to know who my enemy is, the Irish won’t be this bold, but who knows, everything could happen.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

"You're acting like I locked you in with the devil." "Yes, you did!" I shot back. I knew I was exaggerating, but for real, she did lock me in with the devil. Dante is the devil. "Do you know what he did? He is so infuriating!" Vittoria burst out laughing, as if the moment were funny.