Painted Devils Novels & Stories

Something was definitely wrong about Tala and her mother who suddenly showed up out of the blue. "Announcement, the King has announced the third match being today by 5 pm. It will also be the final match and the rightful partner shall be marked!" Jake announced as my heart left my mouth. Why does the Devil always have to be the Devil?

I scanned my surroundings and I see that we have arrived. No wonder this pack is called the Devils! It is surrounded by dense forest and the houses are all painted in charcoal grey the one that looks almost black. The whole place looks depressing and the aura that surrounds it is heavy and unsettling. ‘Oh, Goddess, I have to get out of here, you have to help me make it back home.’ I say a little prayer.

“Has he gotten any lead so far?” “Not a he, it’s a she. And yes, she has.” Rebecca’s brows furrowed. “She? Your friend is…” She took a brief pause. “What did she find?” He noticed her tone had changed and he didn’t want to think it was what was running through his mind. He shrugged it off, not wanting to divulge. “The painter as expected wasn’t really a painter, he’s down for any role, he’s into different form of illegal business. He was hired to play that role…”

“I’m sure. Go home. Say hi to Jodie for me.” Paul smiled and gave her a lazy salute. “Sure thing. See you in the morning, boss.” “Night.” As the door clicked shut behind him, Elsie returned her focus to the screen, typing into the search bar: Devil’s mirror. Dozens of irrelevant results flooded the screen—Devil’s Advocate, Devil’s Game, Devil’s Playhouse. She muttered, “No, no… not Devil’s Advocate. I’m surprised p**n didn’t pop up.” Her eyes lit up. “Ah—finally.”

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

I have this urge to wipe the smile off her face but since I can't slap it off, I choose the next best thing. "Hello, I'm Catalina Ferrero," I say and then pause before adding, "Widely known as La Diabla" that wipes the smiles off their faces alright. And fuck do I love the fear that's taken over. There's not a single person in this country who hasn't heard of me. My reputation precedes me and it would do them well to know their place. Beside me, Kahlo squeezes my hand. Forcing me to do some damage control even though I want to scare them some more. I'll take feared over loved any day of the week. Sighing, I step back murmuring "See? Everyone hears La Diabla and jumps to conclusions" There's

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

he turned to her, "aren't I right darling?" As the lady grinned, she heard the King bark again, "Don't you dare lay a finger on that portrait." Now every one of them smirked at the frustrated man who seemed to have suddenly gone psycho. He was surrounding, outnumbered, literally helpless, and in all, outsmarted by seven young humans. And he knew it. When he looked up again, there was Monica with her blade in the air, daring to carve it through the historical painting. Just at the other side of his office, his sons stood, seemingly ashamed and ignoring the trauma he was going through.

“Perfect choice, Diana.” I took a breath and turned to face him fully. He moved closer, his expression as serious as ever. “When you get to the auction, you need to be sharp. Watch everything, watch everyone, but don’t let them catch on to what you’re really after. I want you to win The Revolt of Palermo. Don’t worry about the price. Go all the way. It’s essential that you bring that painting back.” I nodded, taking in every detail of the plan.