Tell That Devil Novels & Stories

Devil looks furious, but there’s pride and admiration in his eyes too. “Just a question, big bro,” I say. “Do you always let bitches speak for you, or were they lying about you not wanting me here? I’m guessing the latter, but hey, you never know.” I wipe the blood off my knuckles with my jeans and wait for his answer. “Bitches were lying. I never even talk to them. I just fuck ’em,” Devil says. He’s not looking at me, though... he’s eyeing the unconscious women on the floor.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

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.

“Something that can be both profitable and detrimental.” This chat makes me sick because I do not understand what he is saying. However, I will follow the devil's game while I look for an opening to escape from here. Where I'm going, I still don't know. “So gray,” I scoffed. “I'm sorry, good devil, but I don't know what you're talking about; just get to the point.” The devil suddenly acted as if he was not a long-haired devil. He folded one hand behind him and raised the other hand, as if preparing to explain something to a friend or student with full appreciation.

There was a look on her face I couldn't place my hand on. I grin. "I'll be back." I hollered back at her and if she noticed that I didn't give my word to her request she didn't reply. I couldn't stay away from trouble when I was on my way to send a man to the other side. I was the Devil's assistant and the least of my problem was a little trouble.

As if everything just beginning to be so funny as it seemed? “Raj, the last of the list Alpha of the Alarkin World,” the Devil said so low and slowly, yet it came with strange effect that numbed Raj scalped. Chills goes down his spine, mouth hung open and eyes widened. Especially when the Devil added, “I never thought you were able to reject your mate once, then there's a foolishness of yours to think she will never be a part of the plan. The long search...just the step closer of the bloody end!” Raj felt something was amass, his forehead crest in confussion yet his grudge only deepened. This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“THE FOOD THAT MADE ME LOSE AN ARM WOULD FEEL DELICIOUS.” And again Abelard hears the devil is speaking. ‘It seems it can really speak.’ In the mind of Abelard, that big voice that was heard from the devil was very grueling to his ears. “This is the first time I met a devil like you.” “Tell me, how can you understand our language!?” Instead of answering Abelard’s question, the devil instead laughs at Abelard. Abelard begins to heat up because of the annoying devil’s behavior. “Answer me! You damn devil! Stop laughing!”

I asked while he turned his back on me. "Heartbreak!" He said and turned to me again. "You broke the devil's heart. You should be in hell now...What makes you stay here and have conversations with me?... THE DEVIL once fell for you and now... He's going to punish you." I was totally perplexed when he said this because I never came across a devil in my life. The pitfall shut my mouth for minutes and when I summoned the courage to ask questions, I was already late. "Luck her up!" He concluded.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.