The Devil How Someone Sees You Novels & Stories

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.

His tone was determined. He pushed from the end of the room and came my way. A slow prowl. A monster testing its prey is like a monster testing without knowing how dangerous the prey could be. He stopped a foot away, and he tipped up my chin, deceptively delicate. "They say the devil is so beautiful you wouldn’t be able to look at him if you saw him in his actual form." My insides quaked. I was pretty sure he had our roles reversed, by the devil what did he mean? Another cloud formed within me.

What the fuck did I just see? My heart rate tripled, the fucker pounding hard, almost shattering my ribs. My breaths uneven and haggard, my nails digging into my skull. I tried hard to ignore the asshole which pulsed in my pants, taking shallow gulps but they weren't working. I'd seen many naked women. Hell, I've seen more pussies than I can count but why was hers so different? So enchanting? So perfect? I shut my eyes but all I could see was her, in all effortless perfection. Fuck me.

“If you can see me as a teenager that has multiple insecurities, well, I can see you as an adult that’s trying to groom me at the moment. Will you stop? You’re creeping me out.” This is me. I will really have the determination to discard anything else I feel if I encounter something that disgusts me. “What the fuck? Are you serious right now?” The devil answers me in question. “Just change the way you look right now. I don’t like it.” “Change the way I look right now? Honey, I can’t do that. This is my face. And hey, by the way, I am gorgeous. Bold of you to say that I’m creeping you out.”

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

Not worrying about my life. I sit on my bed again and recall everything that happened. I don’t know what is happening to me but I know that it connects in me. Maybe it was a vision. Maybe God gave me a gift after I came back from hell and maybe there will be a time that Devon and his friend will meet an accident and that is what I saw a while ago. It sounds weird but it happened because I believe that some people have that gift. They have the ability to know and see danger and death. They can see

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

Saint swallowed hard before continuing in his mind, "Lucas, first impressions matter a lot! And hurting your mate is that first f*cking impression of yours. Don't you think this act of yours is not just hurting our mate physically but also mentally. Lucas, you know this very well that people call you a walking devil. But in reality, it's just the two of us who know what you actually are. You are not that cruel, cold or ruthless and also those harsh words that people rub you with. The world has painted a cruel and dark picture of yours. They have shown you as a creature of death who would beat anyone up, kill anyone down just for his own satisfaction. Isn't that what is the definition of a de