Sleeping With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

rambling these Haya felt her consciousness blurred and everything went black and she fell into a deep sleep. On the other hand the devil was pacing around the corridor clenching his fists and gritting his teeth in anger, he was breathing heavily, he didn't want to do something which he would regret later so he booked another suit and was waiting for his Keys, as soon as the keys arrived he unlocked and entered, the first thing he did was he clenched his fist into a ball, his knuckles turning white and punched the wall. "What did I do?” He muttered to himself replaying the scenario in his mind.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

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.

Then I teased him—called him a mummy’s boy, just to see his expression crack. It worked. He stopped, stunned, while I pulled away, laughing as I ran. I knew what I’d done—I had woken the beast in him. I searched for a place to hide, but this was his home. He owned every wall, every corner, every shadow. I had no choice but to run into his room—the devil’s den. I ducked behind his curtain, pressing my lips together to stop my giggles. My heart hammered in my chest as I heard him calling my name, his voice deep, rough, promising fire. He said if he found me, he’d punish me. All night.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

He continued reading once again, "the moment I knew I was dying, the only thing in my mind, I don't care if it's a devil or God, help me to ruin them, help me to avenge the child of mine." He clenched his fist with fuming anger, he read the last line of the diary, "the knife that pierced into me didn't pain me more than the betrayal of those two, the man whom I thought I loved, the sister whom I cared the most, the woman whom I called mother until my last breath forced me into the grave while I'm still alive, the pain of breathlessness, the pain of struggling for life, the pain of dying when you wanted a future, I'll make sure that you'll face all these, I swear on my life and the dead child

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

In front of them was the devil who was oozing out with anger and behind them there was the deep chasm. "This is my book. How dare you touch my belongings? Give it to me otherwise I will kill you all," said the devil in extreme fury. Lord Yong knew that he was the same sinister malcontent soul who cursed the whole town to die. He was the last owner of the book and the book is the only source of his existence as an evil soul in the desert.