Poor Devil Saloon Novels & Stories

He must realize it because he steps back and resumes his guard duties with the sour expression now painted on his face. "Jax's," Kara shouts and pumps her fist in the air. This receives cheers from the crew. Jax's is an underground bar that serves the worst hooch in the Federation. We get paid in credits and Jax's place charges fewer than most out of the disreputable establishments and it's where you go to get seriously drunk. If no one dies of alcohol poisoning tonight, I'll consider this visit a success.

He seemed truly happy for her. They ended up at a place called The Cowboy Saloon. It was a large building with a few windows out front. The parking lot wasn’t paved, just dust and dirt. There were loads of trucks and SUVs in the parking lot. Ava counted only eight cars. Once inside, Ava nearly turned her nose up. It didn’t seem like her type of place. There were nut shells on the floor where the diners sat. The bar was large and long, displaying beer mugs above the overhang. Liquor bottles were on display on the back wall. The stools were just plain wooden stools with round seats. Country music blared from a small stage where a DJ was set up. The dance floor, that was miraculously free of nu

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

I really wanted to learn but didn't get time. She stopped her car in front of Spallow Saloon. it's the most famous saloon in the whole city and most expensive one, I never visit..but Layla was their main customer. We both went inside and the owner greeted us, bowing his head. Sterling was their VIP customer. She went inside their office and I was waiting for her..checking the time. "Ohh!! so you are also here" I hear a known voice, Layla, "Wasting your husband's money not bad..that innocent girl had changed so much.." she mocked..looking at me from head to toe.

The King’s vanguard? A slow, arrogant smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth. I picked my whiskey glass back up, leaning casually into the high back of my leather chair. "I didn't provoke him," I said, taking a slow sip. "In fact, I did business with him. He passed through the Frostbane square this afternoon during the Slave Trade." My father didn't blink. "And?" "And he made a fool of himself," I scoffed, waving my hand dismissively. "He filed a mate-claim on a piece of Frostbane trash. I sold him my ex-wife for a chest of gold, and he rode off with her."

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..."

The vision that the woman he so deeply loved had been touched, violated, and brutally claimed by Arthur Sterling kept looping in his brain, triggering a sense of worthlessness as a man. That night, for the first time in his life, Devon, who was known as a good man and rarely ever touched alcohol, stepped inside a noisy and dimly lit nightclub in a corner of Manhattan. "Give me the strongest one!" Devon ranted to the bartender. The bartender nodded silently, then slid a glass filled with dense amber alcohol in front of Devon. The completely frustrated Devon immediately snatched the glass and downed its contents in a single gulp. The first glass, the second, up to the third glass moved quickly

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

Sarai held him upright, tears streaking her face as he laughed softly, exhausted and alive. “Well,” he said hoarsely. “Guess that answers what love costs the devil.” The realm sealed shut behind them. And the hunt truly began.

He leaned against the brick wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, trying to breathe. He didn’t hear them at first. Two men stepped out of the shadows near the dumpster. Both were big, dressed in dark clothes that didn’t look like regular customers. One had a scar on the side of his face. The other cracked his knuckles loudly. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He straightened up quickly. “You guys looking for something?” he asked, keeping his voice steady. “Bar’s that way.” The one with the scar smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. “We’re not here for drinks, pretty boy.”