Speak Of The Devil Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

What if something happened to him? I came out slowly while looking around the surroundings. I walk towards the gunshot sound. God, please nothing should happen to him. I saw some people in distances. I moved to them. But, what I saw and heard made my body freeze. No, this is not true. My body is trembling in fear. Those devilish eyes saw me. I forget to breathe. He walked to me. I am struggling to breathe. My breathing became short. I started to see black dots. The next second, I fell into darkness. The last thing my mind said before I passed out was “He is a devil”

©S A F I E Chapter 2 ELLE I woke up in haste. I could feel the cold wind hit my back as I stretch out, feeling sore and tired as I turn, groaning. The sun is burning my eyelids and I raise my arm to shield my face from its glare. I'm closed to sleeping again only to hear the devil speak, "You're awake now..." I open my eyes and realize that the affectionate man I've slept with last night was again possessed by the devil. What happened last night made me blush both in embarrassment and anger.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

CHAPTER 8: Drowning As soon as I walked out of the door, numerous eyes immediately went to me. “Oh my word! The devil himself will worship you on your feet when he sees you, Miss Hill. You look ah-mazing!” I smiled sheepishly at Gloom. “You sure?”

the woman cursed under her breath. “Where is she!” Devon asked again in the coldest voice ever, which had a threat attached to it… Chapter 208

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

Akshara thought, “Why talk, do your devilish act. Every inch of skin is craving for you, your touch. Just do it, and end my suffering.” Dev was awestruck after reading her mind and he lowered his head towards her lips to end her suffering. Akshara talked back, “I can’t read your mind? (Akshara heaved her chest to fill her outbreathe lungs) Can you do that?”