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No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full blown sociopath. She collapses patiently on the wall thinking of all the memories she had with him and all the times they spent making promises only God can keep. She would say damn God for cursing their fate like she had said in past weeks but she has no energy left in her to even let out a whimper. She has no tear left to cry. All that is left in her is a big hollowness clothed with darkness and no hope of light. She hears the sound of footsteps clicking against the hard ground and halts just in front of her.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

Just being in the same area as her had my blood on fire. I could tell she was enthralled with the band as so many before her. After the concert I had made sure she would find band promotions anyway I could. Fliers, emails, social media. The first time I saw her in a Devil’s Night t-shirt I knew she was hooked. She was mine and soon she would know it too. Her name is Synestra Simmons and little does she know she holds the fate of the world in her hands.

Happy reading 💙 Eleanor's POV While eating I saw the devil himself waving at me from outside. That annoying little dumbass freak took away my favourite shoe. You gave your shoe to him Eleanor. Better you shut up my brain before I dig you out and fry you. My mind was shut after hearing my threat. It better be. "Wait here Amy, I have to deal with that dumb first", I made my way outside to that devil. "Noah! You better give my heel back. There's only two sets are in the world. It costed me fortune", I glared at him.

Vanessa is the Devil's step-daughter, but the Devil knows that they are destined to be so much more and he will stop at nothing to make her his. DISCLAIMER- THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES AND WILL GET STEAMY BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT THE MAJORITY OF THE PLOT CENTERS ON, THERE IS A GREATER HISTORY BEHIND EVERYTHING, A STORY BEHIND A STORY. THIS BOOK IS NOT ALL ABOUT SHAGGING, SO IF YOUR MIND IS IN THE GUTTER, GET IT OUT NOW :) THE MAIN PROTAGONISTS ARE NOT RELATED IN ANY WAY OR FORM.

He was mesmerized by the beauty. Opening the book, he realized it was written in the Latin language which fortunately for him, he understands. He read through the beginning about how an Orb was created in hell and so on. In the book, he had seen the mention of Sathanas and how he made it his mission to come to earth to look for the Orb which is the devil Prince. Before he could read further to know who the devil Prince was, he heard the door close and a squeal followed. He shot his head up only to see a very pretty teenager with long dark hair that stuck to her body. Her large eyes were catchy and her body was so soft and white he longed to push a finger through.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.