The Devil Is Liar 소설 & 이야기

Lucian let out a small smile, “I may appear to be a man, loving my niece. But no one has killed the numbers I have and still remained God’s favorite. There’s nothing good about me, love.” His hand let go of hers and she withdrew them painfully to her thighs. Her jaws clenched slightly. “You call yourself this devil but…but you show love to Liana in ways I can’t….” “That’s the only side you’ve seen.” He cut in sharply. “You’re one interesting and curious little dove…” “Lucian, you can’t hide what you are from me.” She pressed further. “And who said I was hiding?” He let out a chuckle, “I’m the devil they fear, what has a devil got to hide? It’s you….it’s you that should be careful of me. I mi

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

"You're a devil Kelly I regret ever leaving Sherly for you "Owwww it's too late to regret dear, soon you will be burning in hell but if you asked me, I think you are the real devil think about all the things you've done, you got jealous of your best friend because he's more hardworking than you and then you use your woman to steal from him not minding if she's sleeping with the man she does not love as if that was not enough, you cheated on her countless even after she gave her all for you, and then you want her to go back again and continue hawking her body just to please your fucking ass? Tell me Xa..vier how are you different from a devil if not worse than a devil?"

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

I slightly trailed off in my words, and she scoffed. "Eat him and run, get his money, get his dick to ruin your pussy, and run so he would be forever enchanted and not look for you. You said you wanted his trust, why don’t you just join my team of dis-virgined bitches and stop being the good girl so your next victim would give you some sort of accolade? Men are assholes, they are remnants from hell who were given the chance to be amidst beautiful women. They are brainless and controlled by the devil… that asshole ex of mine blamed it on the devil. None of them are trustworthy. You just have to slap one in the face before they hit you back in a place that hurts most. Example: Klaus, the cute

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Devil looks furious, but there’s pride and admiration in his eyes too. “Just a question, big bro,” I say. “Do you always let bitches speak for you, or were they lying about you not wanting me here? I’m guessing the latter, but hey, you never know.” I wipe the blood off my knuckles with my jeans and wait for his answer. “Bitches were lying. I never even talk to them. I just fuck ’em,” Devil says. He’s not looking at me, though... he’s eyeing the unconscious women on the floor.

Her father had always seen her as a tool, something to trade, to leverage, to control. Today, she chose to stop being that. “It is weird and strange for a daughter to conspire against her father. But if it’s really a conspiracy, then the recording must be fake, right?” the man asked. “Yes, it was fabricated,” Alessandro said quickly. “And I think my daughter agreed to lie against me just to please her lover.” A low murmur rippled through the council again. Before Axel could respond, another man stood. He was older, quieter, one of the few whose presence alone commanded silence.