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• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out

“Mirabella Antonio, you fucking come to me before I come for you myself. I can't fucking erase the picture of having your tight little pussy wrapped around my hard cock.” “Fuck, I hope no one has tainted her innocence. I'm going to take everything all at once," a smile of satisfaction creeped on his face making him look even more dangerous. *** The Devil’s Den – That Night Out front, The Devil’s Den looked like a crown jewel on a dark street. Very huge and tall building with sleek and shiny black marble exterior. Thin red and blue neon letters that pulsed like a heartbeat. A velvet rope guarded the entrance, men in tailored suits and elegant women flanking it like statues.

Virender replied. 'The Devils' was founded by Myra's father, Arvind Singhania. It was an organization that helped the country's higher authorities or people to gather information. Anyone can place their order on their site, and it depended on whether they want to take that mission or not. Their technology was significantly advanced, and it was very famous among the country's higher authorities and the riches. Until now, other than a few people, no one could find out about the people who worked in that Organization and who its boss was. Still, everyone feared them. They feared the information they gathered, which no one could get. No one wanted to offend them because of the information they h

I’d seen enough death for my mind to fill in the blanks. “We know it was The Devil, because of the name on the list?” I ask, shifting in my seat. Chels hums. And then she shoves something under my nose, a photo of something. I pluck it and bring it close to my face to be able to make out the blackened caricature of the devil. Two horns on a round face, a fork for tail. A shivered gasp leaves me. “The Devil’s calling card.” She nods. Only very proud killers stake their claims so proudly. All these while, The Devil hadn’t staked a claim to any of his kills. Not one.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

​Something was wrong; although his style was always violent, this man who was devouring my lips right now and drowning in handling me with madness did not see me... He was escaping... escaping from a black storm sweeping through his mind, using my body as a shield to protect himself from his demons, just like every time he comes to me. He was discharging his anger, his fear, and his turmoil into me, as if he were trying to prove something to himself... or to his heart, which was beating with a violence that tore through his chest.

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

He chuckled, lifting my face by my chin. “How much did you hear, little bird?” I gasped. He knew I had overheard them. I straightened my back. “I heard enough on the night of the attack, Diablo. I’m not stupid. Plus, I could tell what was wrong from his symptoms.” He shook his head, he dropped down on his seat and relaxed back, his gaze fixed on me. His lips twitched. “No, you’re not stupid.” His hand stretched forward, trailing lines along my inner thighs. “Diablo?” he mumbled. “Do you really think I'm the Devil?”