Novel & Cerita Nico Robin Devil

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

I have to fix this, I can't let Robin harm him. Just when I thought I was done with the devil called Robin, he came into my room. He saw me sitting on the floor, he squatted to my level showing a concerned face when both know he's not concerned about me. "What's wrong Nina? Why are you crying? You're so beautiful and you should not be shedding tears like this." He said playing with my face. I slapped his hand off, "Of course you don't care. You are rather too kind." He nodded, "You bet I am. You've been avoiding me since we had that little misunderstanding. You're not going to let that change anything between us right?"

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

Or that was what I like to think to myself. Walking back to my office, I saw the devil himself sitting in my chair and sipping whsikey. I have to get used to Russo sneaking up on me anytime or popping in to check on the club. I couldn’t blame him; he probably invested a lot in this place and if I were in his position too, I would be extra careful.

David POV “What the hell are you doing,” Tina asked, glaring at me. She was naked under me, crying for pleasure. “Just thinking about whether or not I should go inside,” I said, rubbing my hardened dick on her clitoris up and down. Her wet vagina and my pre-come mixing. “Ivan, I'm fucking," I cut her off. My finger curled around her throat and leaning on her lips I whispered” One more time say, Ivan, I fuck you until you forgot your all memories and all the dick you have taken in the past”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Suddenly, one of his men raised a gun to me and the other forcefully bent my head in a bow “No one dares to stare at the boss like that.” the gun holder said in a hoarse voice. “Release her.” Dante finally said in a cold and distant tone. The men turned to him. Had he just told them to release her? Dante would never let any offended go unpunished. That was against his rule and no matter the gender, the punishment was equal. I was surprised because I was expecting him to order his men to have me beaten up, or worse still, for my hand to be cut off.

"And if I'm going to keep you as a pet, I want you to be loyal to me alone. I don't share my toys." "I'm not a toy." "That's not for you to decide," he replied, his voice carrying that same steel underneath the pleasant surface. He started to leave again, but I wasn't finished. "And if I say I won't be kept as anyone's pet?" Luciano turned back to me, and for the first time since entering the room, his smile looked genuinely dangerous. "Then I suppose we'll have to discuss the difference between what you want and what you're going to get.”