The Devil In A Suit Novels & Stories

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

Jonathan's pictures flashes before her eyes, she is beginning to see the devil himself. Emery pulled out her suit and handed it over to Camila, “I hope this helps,” she sighed. “About the prenuptial contract, I didn't —” Camila didn't want to hear any word of it, she raised her hands interrupting Emery's sentence, “It's all over, I won't marry Darren.” Her heart wrenching smile made Emery sad. “He never loved me, I had grown with this impression that he loves me, it seems he had been manipulating me from the very beginning.”

Their dealings were all shady - and quite necessarily so, as maintaining their grip on the steering wheel of the Consortium would always involve the use of the more unsavoury parts of society. Not to mention the sheer ruthlessness that seemed to historically be a part of all the Directors throughout history. And Lucian Cyrus was no different. He was cold, and his methods either left you speechless in shock or burying your head under a pillow in fear. Hence one can see why Lucian is a man Ayra would loathe to marry. Even rumours made him out to be more a devil than a man. She hadn’t seen him since that afternoon in his office, but his presence loomed as if he were watching from the shadows.

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Some girls stole glances at Devon, of course they hoped this guy would ask them out. Devon’s appearance is not bad, this time he wears jeans that match the color of his jeans jacket. But what gives him more value is the BMW car keys that are in hand. The BMW SUV type is indeed the latest release and the paint is still very shiny. Of course this made his appearance look great, and everyone thought Devon had much money on his wallet. “You want to see me? For what, will our meeting be profitable for me?” the woman Devon was calling Asked. Devon was silent and let the woman he called keep on talking. She is Sabrina Collins, ex-wife of Erick Dalton. Both names do have their own story with Nicko.

he replied. That answer should have ended the conversation, but Alina couldn’t stop looking at him. The black business suit he wore fit him perfectly. They said the devil was handsome, she thought, her heart beating faster as she watched him under the dim light of the car. Looking at Liam now, I believe it. He's truly the devil from the pit of hell He must have felt her gaze because he slowly turned his head. Their eyes met, her curiosity and his quiet fire clashing in the stillness. For a long moment, neither spoke.

WTF! Sleek black SUVs line the long driveway, men in crisp dark suits emerging from it. Weapons strapped tightly to their bodies. In the center is Lorenzo, a disheveled mess being kicked and pushed around. His shirt untucked, tie hanging loose, face pale with panic. Two large men grasp his arms, forcing his unsteady footsteps toward the entry.