Novel & Cerita Speak Of The Devil Novel Spoiler

one of the guards, a rogue man that guarded the door to Dante's room told his partner. I had my eyes glued to the doors, wondering what exactly was going on behind those doubled barred doors. When no answer was forthcoming, I turned to head back to my room. Suddenly, I heard a voice bellow out of the room. “Get me Emily now!” My heart skipped another sudden beat and I felt a wave of cold air wash over my skin. *** DANTE'S POV When Martino told me there was a problem, I was not expecting it to come from one of Salvatore’s men. The man must have built the nerves to send his spy.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

His voice shook as he recounted every detail—the ambush, the assassin with the blue case, the man who came for her, the brutal fight, and finally the message Lucian himself had delivered. Darius Veynar sat high upon a throne of black steel and glass, his expression carved from ice. He listened without interruption, every word pressing deeper into his silence. His jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists on the armrests. When the guard finished, silence pressed thick and suffocating. And then— The roar.

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.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

He smirked, “I will swoop in and save the day. Then, he will—” The Devil realized what he was saying out loud a bit too late. “Okay, sir,” Scorpion said as he hid the surprise in his voice. Scorpion just didn't understand what was going on with his boss. This wasn't the devil he knew. He has never seen the devil act the way he did with the boy. No one has ever touched the devil and lived to tell the tale. But there they were, waiting for the boy to be beaten to a pulp, so the devil can swoop in and save the day.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Maybe I was drugged but I felt shortness of breath, and my veins felt like they would burst with the pressure something intangible exerted on me. My mind's cloudy to understand anything. I have a memory lapse but I shouted still. I took a breather, my body felt heavy like it was being sucked under the platform harder than before. I shook my head and shouted incoherently, just to stay conscious. "You! Heathens, you are all dead meat once I'm found! My father will find you! You are fucking evil minions! You are all—" "I've never come across a sacrifice this noisy. Should have gagged this one." An amused voice echoed in the night. Even the Devil minions fell silent.

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.