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Collins, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, he's arrogant yes but he's so damn attractive everything a woman wants. "Are you done checking me out?" I was surprised to see he noticed because I honestly thought I was checking him out so discreetly. "I wasn't checking you out sir" I muttered "Are you ready? Because we're almost late" I carried my tote and nodded my head. We left the building to an underground parking lot and I was wowed to see different types of expensive cars. I've never been up close to cars like this. He led me towards a white Maserati and I stretched out my hands to touch it, it was so beautiful

Hola! Welcome to chapter 6 of A deal with the Devil! Don't be a silent reader! Chapter 6 - It tastes better off you. ~~~ Blackmailer- 'On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need.' I bit my lip from smiling like a crazy obsessed cat because the Math sir was looking straight at my desk from above his thick black glasses. The second his inquisitive eyes shifted, I typed a reply.

She responded with a low moan, her nails digging into my skin as she pressed herself closer, her every move telling me that she didn’t want to stop either. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. There was no mission, no looming danger—only the heat between us, threatening to consume us both. And maybe that was the most dangerous thing of all. AQSA The room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline beyond the window. The chaos outside felt like a distant hum, a reminder of the destruction waiting to swallow us whole.

Junior called after him, "is all I was going to say." He read four chapters of the book that night at his small table under his single bulb. It was even better than he had expected, dense with real world strategy models and case studies of businesses that had started from nothing and become something extraordinary. He read with his notebook open beside him, writing as he went, pulling out the ideas that connected with things he had already been thinking about and building on them in ways that the book itself hadn't considered. He was on the fifth chapter when he heard something outside his window.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

"I've heard you guys go on about this for years. Seems like every now and again, I get another burned-out, blue-belly tough nuts, sitting in that chair, acting as if he could care less about the jag-off he just offed... Some horrific act of humanity that doesn't bother him, yet he can't cope with. However, in your particular case, you were dealing with things before you even got into the job... Right?" She shook her head, pushed away from her desk and walked to the window and laughed. She turned around, hands sarcastically clowning quotation marks with her fingers. "The Devil's Share, that's what it is. They've gotten, or, they'll get what they deserve." She said it in a mocking tone of voic

Lucien A week in Chicago felt like a month in purgatory. The city was ours, but inheriting a fallen empire meant drowning in its paperwork and bathing in its filth. I spent my mornings in the wood-paneled backrooms of downtown steakhouses. In this city, those dark leather booths were legendary—they were the unofficial 'second city halls,' a historical staple where decades of mob bosses, union leaders, and city officials had cut shady deals over rare ribeyes. Not much had changed since the Prohibition era.

Celea paused and looked at the books " And you dare call yourselves the great old books all that it's written in there is bullshit" Celea sighted and lined further in the comfortable chair " THE DEVILS LIBRARY!" exclaimed Celea " That's it how didn't I think of that before, ofcourse that's were I can find what I'm looking for" **** " Knock,Knock" "Celea what are you doing here again, and what the hell do you mean 'knock, knock'? We don't even have a fucking door here " your supposed to ask who's there old man"

The people present that night gave their accounts and viewpoints, telling everything they remembered and not omitting a single factor, painting as a clear picture as they could. When they had all been exposed and everything was silent, the detectives contemplated the events. “It is clear that this is the Devil's work” The Reverend said as he clutched his bible close to his chest. “You may be not entirely wrong my dear Reverend” Thomas said as he sat on the sofa beside Elizabeth and both of them were going through the pages of books that Sister Margaret had given them and in addition the Little Albert. They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature u