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Her enemies will burn worlds to stop her. And deep inside her… a child grows stronger. A child who has already killed once. A child who speaks forbidden spells from the womb. A child destined to save creation — or end it. In Book Two of The Devil You Called series, Sarai must choose: Fight to keep her humanity… or embrace the darkness inside her and become exactly what the realms fear: The mother of the end. Chapter one Absolutely — here is Book Two: The Devil You Carry — Chapter One, continuing seamlessly from the shock of the last chapter. This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power.

"The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn. ############## Coincidentally, a man stood under the setting sun, his hands covered in human blood, and his clothes were dripping blood. His pitch black hair fell on his face, and his eyes stared at the lifeless body lying in the

Made me understood that father’s game was all over too. Then Madarashi put the dagger on the ground and calmly came and untied me. I was still conscious and unconscious at the same time. But this was the time I got to my senses and witnessed ‘The DEVIL’ for the first time. I looked at his face, he was insanely smiling and then burst into laughter. He looked like a freaking devil at that time. I really freaked out at that time. But suddenly he calmed down and said,

She nodded “Okay, I believe you. But please don't call me your beautiful anymore. It's irritating” The man was sad he told her to stop, but he believed that with time, she would fall into her bait easily. She held up her hand requesting for his phone “Hand over your phone so I can input my number. But please, remember your part of the plan” The man nodded happily and quickly dipped his hand into his pocket and came out with an iPhone twelve. Eleanor's eyes sparkled with interest as she stared at her dream phone. “Maybe he is rich” She reasoned internally.

She came to me wearing a frown between her eyebrows. I showed her the picture from my phone, of us taken from across the street while I was putting my muffler around her neck. “Bloody— crap.” Her frown deepened. “Do you think someone can recognize me?” “I don’t think so. Only half of your face is exposed.” She read the headline aloud, “Is she the future Mrs. Shanewood or another victim of a devil’s promise? A devil’s promise? I can write a better headline than this crap.”

Max, who had also reached home, heard all this. “What?” he loudly said and came to the front. Everyone shifted their gazes at him. “Does that green-eyed guy that you were looking for were Mark Scott, the Devil?” Max astonishingly questioned his sister who nodded. “Woah!!” Max amusingly said. “So, the love story of a human and a devil started with this? A fateful encounter.” Max delightedly said and sat on the other side of the couch. “Mom-dad, let them get married. They both love each other madly,” Max stated and passed a broad smile to them.

“No. You’re messing with me on purpose.” “Or maybe you just nag too much,” I fired back, my smile still in place for the clapping crowd. We sat, hands linked under the table like nothing happened. His thumb pressed against my palm, his voice low, serious. “I love it. Just… don’t feed the devil in me.” My chest tightened. I turned to him, but he was already sipping his drink, stone-faced. And God—he looked so handsome that night, I leaned close and whispered, “You look perfect anyway.” He gave me a small smile, but I could still see the tension in his jaw. His shoulders were stiff, his eyes sharper than usual. I knew why. Family.

or to his heart, which was beating with a violence that tore through his chest. ​I surrendered to his violent kisses while encircling his neck again, and again I find myself surrounding this harsh body no matter what he does to me, pulling him to me once more, burying my fingers in his black hair, while my mind questioned with bitterness behind the mask of desire: Is he capable of treating Eileen with such violence? ​The touches and the panting breaths escalated between us in a raging madness driven by his turmoil. I was drawn to him by my desire, which was blended with anger at myself, until the storm dissipated and...

“Keep them open. I want to see your eyes. They're beautiful.” She opened her eyes. There was something wrong with her. It was the only way she could explain giving in to him this way. Still, she couldn't help it. He wasn't a gentleman. Not like Lev. He was the devil. And she couldn't pretend for too long anymore that her body didn't crave this devil.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j