The Devil Flower Novels & Stories

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

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.”

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

That people think they’re fragile because they look delicate, but they survive things that would kill ordinary flowers. My heart pounds straight up into my ears. He had said all of that in reference to me, once, pressing the bloom into my hand like a promise I didn’t want. But standing here now, staring at the same impossible flower in a stranger’s grip, I can’t help wondering if this time the message isn’t about me at all. If this time, he’s telling me something far more explicit. That the devil survived the very hell he was meant to burn in. That the thing which should have killed him simply, quietly, did not.

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.

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.

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”