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Shaking my right hand, I created a lasso, and raised my left hand closer to my face for protection. Venira almost never attacks first, she is very cautious in battle, her main strategy has always been defense, and only in the end, when the enemy is thoroughly exhausted, she finishes off with a couple of signature moves. But this time, something clearly didn’t go according to plan, because just a second after the start of the battle, I received a powerful direct blow from the lasso of darkness. Having barely intercepted it with my left hand, I immediately got another lunge, which landed on the substituted right shoulder. His hand tingled as if it had been hit with a whip.

Instead, he returned his smirk with a more sinister one. "Five years is not as long as it used to be anymore. I see hell has been great on you." He fired back and both stared at each other without exchanging further words. Alpha Farell had no idea how to react to this news; his brother was back this time, as one of his worst enemies, The Devil Alpha of the Northern Realm. BOOK 2: Claimed by the Devil Alpha. BOOK II OF THE CLAIMED SERIES “Come here, little slave,” he snickered, and Lila bit back a sob before she found herself crawling back towards him.

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

I demanded, stepping forward. The figure stepped back. Maintaining distance. Calculating. "Someone who knows exactly who you are, Alexa Lean. Not Nova James. Not some transfer student with a mysterious past." They laughed, the sound warped and unnatural through the voice changer. "You're a girl with a dead sister and a death wish. And I'm here to grant it." "Then do it." The words came out before I could stop them. The figure froze. Even through the mask, I could feel their surprise.

“She’s your sister, Nik. Maybe not blood related, but still—” “You're straying too far from the topic,” I cut her off coldly. “Just answer my damn questions. I need your answer now, Serra!” She slowly shook her head and sucked her breath. “I couldn't help you this time. I'm sorry, Nik. If you're only doing this for Blakely, then I won't help you. She's my rival, and I would never help her.” My fists balled as I watched her walk away. I grabbed my hair and shook my head before I whispered a curse under my breath.

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”

”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.

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

She was indeed not lying. Well, I'm glad that the devil wasn't responsible for her bruises. But wait… A thought came into my mind. “If it's not Chad, then it was his family!” I said in a statement rather than a question. I was so sure they were responsible for her bruises. The mother was the devil who held no remorse after killing her husband, and the sister was a serpent with a sharp tongue. Those two bitches… I was so furious to the extent that my sister had to calm me down.

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.