The Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

And yet, I couldn’t look away. Last night I’d been a stranger in a glittering club, being auctioned like a product, but I stood there hoping to be free after one night. Now, I was thirty days deep into a game I didn’t understand, being toyed with by a man who made danger look like seduction. Lucian Devlin had purchased my time. My body. Maybe even more. He'd told me so with his eyes locked on mine and his voice heavy with certainty: You’ll crawl before you leave me.

(WINONA’S GAME) “LET’S PLAY ANOTHER GAME SHALL WE, FOR YOU SEE THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER IS ON HER MOVE.” Telling them the inevitable dread that is already happening as they four are quite aware of it. HE smiles cunningly as HE first presented the game that HE prepares for every one of them. The game that they knew and the one that will set everything in motion down unto the middle part of this current loop and down unto the last and the seventh.

I took the job because I needed money. That was the only reason. I didn't care who Lucien Blackwood was, why people lowered their voices whenever they mentioned his name, or why the mansion he lived in felt more like a beautiful prison than a home. I only needed the salary. Then I learned about the rules. Don't touch anything that belongs to Mr. Blackwood. Don't ask questions about his past. And above all— Never enter his bedroom after midnight. I broke the last rule on my third night. I expected to find a secret. I didn't expect to find Lucien. Barefoot. Half-dressed. Watching me like he'd been waiting for me to walk through that door. After that night

“Prove to me, you are not a cheater.” “Of course, I'll do that,” Jules said. He grabbed the scrabble board that was beside him and placed it on the small coffee table that was in front of him before pushing it towards Janice. “I didn't say we could play Scrabble.” Janice shoved the chair away from her. “Isn't there another game you wouldn't cheat on?” “Chess, draughts and Scrabbles are out of it.” She listed. “How about you and I naked on the bed? That's the only game I know we wouldn't cheat.”

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!