Novel The Devil Touch Novels & Stories

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He lends down to her level, their faces were just an inch away from each other. His gold-like eyes stare at her. "Better run little bunny, you are about to sell yourself to the devil" He whispers to her ears. Audrey swallows hard as sweat forms on her face. Thank god for the cloak, no one could see her frightened face. "What's worth serving a human mean while I can serve the devil directly!" She said, Cannon, smiled. "Ready to dive into the deepest part of darkness huh? " His hands caress her arms, and she shivers in response." Such a responsive bun," he said seeing her reaction to his touch.

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

I had been under the impression that he was the one who had to endure my torture; but, his icy and emotionless glare put an end to that delusion. He did not utter a single word, yet his actions conveyed a great deal of meaning. The contrast between the kindness of his touch and the savagery I had been subjected to was striking, and I couldn't help but feel it as he pulled me effortlessly from the floor. I had been through a lot.

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

The guy kept sobbing, and when he faced her, it was clear that he was stunned for a moment before he got over it and told her what happened. "I never thought I'd meet a devil in person. How much more working for him?" He said that in between his sobs as he glared at the highest floor of the building. "I don't have a job now," his shoulders hung low. In order to comfort the man, she patted him. "Don't worry, you'll find another one," she said, sounding reassuring, even though she herself didn't have a job at that moment. "By the way, what happened? Who's that devil you're talking about?"

She splayed her fingers across his stomach, feeling it tense when her nails skimmed lightly upward. Lucian’s breath grew heavier. He rolled slightly, half over her, so that the weight of him pinned her into the mattress. His thigh slid between hers, pressing just enough to draw an involuntary gasp from her lips. He caught it with his mouth, not in a kiss but in a slow, savoring touch, his breath warm against her cheek. She tilted her hips instinctively, the contact sparking heat that spread like wildfire through her veins. His hand traveled lower, along the outside of her thigh, squeezing gently before dragging back up—this time on the inside. The movement was deliberate, teasing, and she fo

He asked. “He didn't do anything to me. He only touched me, nothing more. I was only dizzy.” He then pulled his head closer as he leaned forward, his fingers holding my jaw. I felt his touch ignite a spark throughout my skin and the hair at the back of my neck stood up, erecting immediately as Goosebumps crawled on my skin. I fought the argue to place his other hand on me, there was just something about his touch that sparked butterflies in my belly. I gulped, my eyes diving into his. My lips caved in, my tongue moisturizing them, but somehow, my incisor refused to let go of my lower lips, allowing me to bite my lip like a prostitute.

The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void. At last, I’m free. As I, too, separate from my body and begin to descend, something shifts in the murk below us. An eerie red glow filters through my field of vision, bringing with it a searing heat. Hell, I realize dejectedly. But is that really any surprise? All of the terrible things I’ve done flash through my mind. Using women like objects to cheat on Julia, who’s only sin was to love me in the first place. Building a business on a foundation of exploitation and greed. Slapping my wife.