Playing With Devil Novels & Stories

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips.

When they move their eyes to me, I bow, too, as it would be awkward to look at them like that. Some raise curious brows, wondering who the girl with the Don was. But none pointed fingers or spoke. They aren't ladies, so they won't gossip. Two men wrapped their hands together and tried to bring the other down. I didn't quite like the game, but I enjoyed the men's and the players' enthusiasm. I pulled the hem of my shirt down and rubbed my hands together as I watched them some steps behind. Two men were playing, and the big guy was winning. I kept rubbing my hands, hoping to create warmth, when I felt something warm wrapped around me. I turned to see Leon without his jacket.

He pointed towards the ward down the hallway. Nikolai watched me, waiting for a reaction. I froze and tried to remember where the name came from. My mind went back to days before my wedding. The music at the club was loud. The DJ played with energetic vibes. The bartender mixed two different drinks and slid them towards us. My fingers tightened around the glass as I took a slow sip. Polina's phone vibrated on the table, the screen displayed “Babe.” She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND, PEASANT. I_pooped -_- DON'T TEMPT ME TO KILL YOU FROM BEHIND THIS SCREEN. Will_the_devil OH, YEAH? GO AHEAD. I WILL PROBABLY THROW YOU IN THE DUNGEONS IF YOU COME WITHIN TEN FEET OF ME. I_pooped EW. TEN FEET IS TOO GENEROUS. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SHARE THE SAME EARTH WITH YOU. Will_the_devil RIGHT, PRINCESS. Cereal_killer

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.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

Said the angel one while kicking the devil's ass. "Wait, Wait, you're so mean!" The devil Yman cried while trying to cover his face using his hands. "Back off, you sissy! Go back inside your mama's p***y!" Said the angel Yman while raining punches towards the devil one with a background sound of hora hora hora. Yman shook his head slightly to get rid of the quarreling duo in his mind.

How can she play with the word? "Shut up, devil's bitch. You have caused too many things in just a few seconds. It is clear to me that no amount of human power will make you see reason, since your saint is this demon from hell who won't hesitate for a second to kick you out of your own house."