Novel & Cerita Silver Devils

a deep voice called from behind me. I turned on my stool to the sound and was met with my forehead tattoo guy. He was the only familiar face here and his presence ironically gave me warmth. “Depends on who you ask.” His mouth curved in a smirk. “Fair. Why are you here Matilda Monroe?" He said my name like he'd never heard of it. Like he wasn't in my house two days ago. “I’m here about a debt,” I said. Two can play the game. The bar went quiet this time.

Bernard was waiting by the SUV. “Everything clean, boss?” Bernard asked. “Drive.” **** Back at the bar, the evening crowd was loud and rowdy as usual. Aiden moved behind the counter with practiced speed, mixing drinks and sliding glasses across the polished wood. He kept his head down, trying to lose himself in the rhythm of the job. Kate bumped his shoulder as she passed. “You okay, superstar? You’ve been quiet all shift.” “I’m fine,” Aiden muttered, forcing a small smile. “Just tired.”

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

For the first time in history, devils and angels gathered in one place. The Devil’s Fortress shimmered under moonlight pouring through stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the grand wedding venue. Guests stepped inside and paused, awestruck by the breathtaking sight. The entire hall was adorned with striking black and white flowers, demonic symbols subtly woven into the architecture, and a long silver aisle lined with burning candles. Alpha Magnus stood proudly with a glass of wine in hand, his chest puffed with unmistakable pride. His gaze met King Evran’s at the same moment, both fathers sharing a rare, silent understanding as they looked toward Caelus and the Heavenly Empe

“You want this, Delilah sweetie? Both of us using you like the whore you are, tonight?” I swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Yes… please.” Silver smirked, that devilish grin that had drawn me to him in the first place, under the dim lights of the club where he was known as “The Jackal.” “The party’s waiting, Delilah… you look like you’re so hungry to be fucked.” I nodded again, eager to have them all to myself. “Let’s not waste the night,” Silver said

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

Her adoptive father glared at the both of them and quickly stormed away. With her adoptive family gone, Ava let out a breath, but that was short lived as Mr. Silver faced her with a deep scowl. "So you sat pretty and listened attentively as another man told you how much he wanted you." He said to her. Ava was shocked at his tone. She could not tell if he was angry or if he was just jealous. Well, he had no reason to be jealous. He was Damien Silver, the richest man in the city. There was no man who could measure up to him and no woman would try to resist him.

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

At about one hour, twenty-five minutes and thirty-second seconds later, Spike's impatience moved 360 degrees, his stone-cold heart beating wildly. He checked the time again. Five minutes more and the fucker would be dead. “Come here, girl!” Mr. Qudus cheered and slapped a lady's ass. The blondie smiled and sat on his lap. “Charles, it’s my turn to attend to customers.” A disguised spike said in a casual tone. Charles glared at him. “Who are you and when did you start working here?” “I'm Alex and the bartender at the other side of the club, I mean the casino” He replied.