The Devil At 4 O Clock Novels & Stories

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

Her father was already talking about her next outing. "Dillon, get to work. We have no time!" the Devil said sternly. "We don't have time?" Dillon asked again. " I thought you said till her next outing which should be next week" Dillon seemed to be trying to correct the Devil. "Who gave you that timetable?" the Devil clouded his eyes. "Her next outing is on Wednesday" he stated firmly. "Today is Monday" Dillon said quickly again. "I'm sorry sir" he apologized after the Devil fixed his gaze on him without saying anything.

Landon tailed behind, giving a length distance from his master. The devil dressed in dark clothes, a cloak above his head, he gave a light tilt to his jaw,eyes shut as night. "I assume so" His voice soft but held a long strain of darkness. "I prepared the poison delicately and sent it along with them" He picked his words carefully. "No one can break it spell,except in weeks of course" He had a bit of pride dangling on his words but his face still and frigid as cold. A smile penetrated the croaked lips of Master Darwin. "Good, it will give us enough time as little Cam. and his puppets get preoccupied." His hideous jaw,radiating evilness. Master Darwin was pleased,this devil was indeed again u

"You're watching her again." Lucian didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the closed door. "She's different," Matteo said quietly. "You know it." Lucian set his pen down. "Different doesn't mean safe." But even as he said it, his mind betrayed him. The sound of her voice, the fire in her eyes-they'd already begun to haunt him. And deep down, Lucian Moretti, the Devil of New York, knew one truth he could never admit. He wasn't the only one in control anymore.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

Scott said as we climbed the stairs, because the elevator had an out-of-order sign on it. The stairwell smelled like urine and mold, and I had to breathe through my mouth to keep from gagging. I kept thinking about Lily living here day after day while I complained about stupid things like Scott being too controlling. When we got to the fourth floor, Scott made me stand behind him while Marcus and James flanked us on either side. We walked down the hallway to apartment 4C. “Let me do the talking,” Scott said one more time before he knocked on the door.

You’re the five-course meal, and he’s got no utensils. The devils laughed together before more remarks came. Inner Devil: ‘Your uterus better clock in. Overtime shift coming!’ Inner Devil 1: ‘Cancel your plans. You’re not walking straight till Friday!’

He said with a soulless grin before turning to leave. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying my best not to cry. I’m here in this place that I don’t know with a man who is literally known as the devil. Something tells me refusing to see Diego Fernandez will do me no good, I’m already weak from everything I have been through, and I don’t think I can take anymore. I followed the man to Diego. I knocked. “Come in.” A voice answered. I know that voice, it belongs to Diego, the Devil. I walked in alone, the man that had accompanied me walked away.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.