Speak Of The Devil Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

Argh, I hope things get along well. I was waiting for the Devil to summon me. After waiting for five minutes, I was finally summoned. Gods, please let me survive this! I mumbled my frightened prayers. Taking a deep breath I walked in. The Devil was going through some files, he didn't even see me coming. “Good Morning, Mr Devi… Mr D’Angelo.” I slapped myself in my mind for the slip of tongue. He lifted his eyes and said, “Bring me a black coffee.”

It took them a long time to recover from the shock, and they began to wonder if they were delusional. Even the people watching it on television were speechless. Someone gulped and spoke in an astonished voice, “The devil… He’s the devil…” Upon saying that, he turned around and ran like a madman, screaming and hollering wildly about the devil as he dashed away.

Instead, I stood frozen as Lucien Black—the devil in a designer fortress—looked at me like I was the weapon he'd been waiting for. "You're insane," I whispered. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Probably," he said. "Ask me again tomorrow. After you've seen the rest." End of Chapter Two.

He ferociously glared at her, shooting daggers out of his eyes in hopes of killing Veronica in one strike. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was now on the bed with Sebastian atop her, propping his hand on the bed as he glared at her beneath him. "Oh really? Do you want to try and see if it's pleasing to the body?" He asked sinisterly, an evil grin threatening to be released from his face. For once, Veronica stiffened as her back drenched in sweat. It was then she realized she had sucessfully angered the great devil. Not wanting to lose the battle, she pretended to be unaffected as she twirled the corner of his sleeves pyjamas seductively while batting her lashes.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

# "This Chapter has Mature Content" The devil's eyes were bloodshot red as he was frustrated and furious because of all the drama he faced two hours ago. "That bitch I swear, I'll kill you. if you'll ever do something like that again in the future", The Devil was furious and only saw red but Thanks to the Beast who handled the situation very well. The devil wanted to choke her to death. Without telling anything to anyone, he went to a different hotel and chose a room to start with a different name. He showered but suddenly he felt dizzy.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.