The Devil Angel Novels & Stories

She almost laughs her words at him—a vampire running away from a human. “I am not what you think, Anais; there is more to this than you see here.” How can he tell her the truth? She will run for sure then. She sees him as a devil because he’s a vampire. How will she look at him when she finds out he is the devil? Lucifer is that fallen angel with no way of getting back to heaven. He doesn’t want to go back; he doesn’t want to be good, which is why he should just kill her.

“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.”

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

My eyes were dry, unable to produce tears, and the fire crackled as the only answer. Then the sound of an engine joined. Sharply, I whipped my head around and beheld the devil. A real one. Only a devil would enjoy the bath of flames. Hell, he leaned against his car with a cigarette stuck between his lips. Only a devil would smile while watching me without pity. But with awe. I found myself leaving the ground. Regardless of my fraile bones, I remained on my feet. “Tell me, Angelique.” The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

he admitted with a short laugh while still kissing me, taking my bottom lip between his A gust of breeze blew past, but it did nothing to the rising fire of passion in my blood, my whole body was warm, and being this close to Roman, my body pressed to his, soft in every place he was hard, it made me throb and yearn Roman slid a finger down the curve of my ass, making a shiver rack through my body “My stubborn little angel” he rasped as I shifted my hips so my core was nudging his hard length I pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, to see the brightness of desire there, but also the lingering shadows of earlier. “And you're my own personal devil,” I said softly, my words falling lik

“With half your men gone, you have no choice against me. I thought you would have been well prepared especially since your loyal bait escaped to inform you.” “You knew?” I asked. Dante smiled. “I planned it all. I knew you were from him and so I had to send you back as bait.” “I am not a bait.” I said within my gritted teeth. “Oh, really.” Dante said, then he averted his gaze to Salvatore, “guess your lover has lots of explaining to do.” I turned to Salvatore, but he avoided my gaze. “What do you want? Father already gave you everything, what else do you demand from me?” Salvatore bellowed in a husky voice.

“The devil you know, fear and hates, is not someone to whom you should see as the greatest antagonist in this story. For, believe it or not, you all have the desire of your own at some point, wish for it to come true, and desperately wanted from miracle to happen. Well, crack those stupid brain cells of yours, for in your life, one point to another who believe in him, wish for the imaginable, and took the deal from the sins that you all are an expert off. You are given a choice as you took that path. At the beginning where the angel is thrown into this very world, just who stupid people depicted us as hideous with horns and tails?” With his expression that immediately changes into anger and

One hour later. The story plot was simple, the mafia devil killed angel's whole family and in return she is going to kill him for vengeance. Angel, in this book is working as his maid but the devil is getting suspicious about his new beautiful maid and all he want to do is know her more but she has kept her identity in furtive.