The Devil Made Me Do It Book Novels & Stories

not like some devil who teases me always thinking about devil here he comes I thought he will shout on her strangely he supported her later he praised her for coffee woah what exactly happening to this devil hey God did you listened to my prayers after all these years thank you god for showing a way for me atleast now this devil changes ♡SRISTE POV♡ I got ready early but due to mari we all became late whatever we reached to office by that time he didn't arrived yet I went to top floor one girl said he asked me to wait in his cabin I'm waiting for him by that time only I seen a fish I'm talking to it when I seen they're behind another man also with him the girl who sent me inside was lying th

A deal with a devil is equal to inviting hell before death. _______________________________________ Alright, guys before you exit the chapter kindly read this paragraph. I need your support guys. Please help me. My other book called Damon's Possession is being copied word to word by some shameless person who shamelessly refusing that she has copied my work. So it's a humble request please go to Mangatoons and report a book Dark Romance by Slave of almighty. Report the book it's a word to word copy of my Damon's Possession. The lady didn't even care to change a lot of names of characters and also it's a copy-paste of my book.

When he took a step toward me, I took a step away from him. We continued the pattern until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Why?" I whispered. Why exactly was he acting in the opposite ways? By now, I already understood that he was intentionally doing all of these to drive me insane. This man -The Devil, knew that I expected him to torture me, break me, mend me, only to break me again and continue the process until I was too broken to be mended. He knew I didn't expect a single moment of kindness from him.

Something in my blood caught fire. I gave everything to this man once. Years of my life. My body, my youth, my wolf beaten down into silence, my whole self folded smaller and smaller to fit the space he allowed me. And I got back nothing but pain, and a sale, and a birth on a cold stone floor. And now he'd found me. Here. In the one place I'd started, just barely, to breathe. And he'd killed Brenna to make an entrance.

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?”

"What do you mean?" "Yesterday you were talking about my 'real education' and becoming someone who takes what they want. Today you're offering me a perfectly normal job and complete freedom." I set the folder aside and studied his face, looking for any tell that might reveal his true motivations. "People like you don't do charitable acts without expecting something in return." "People like me?" His eyebrows rose with what might have been amusement. "And what kind of person do you think I am, exactly?" "The kind who kills drivers and leaves their bodies in warehouses. The kind who builds criminal empires while attending political fundraisers. The kind who collects broken people as assets for

Our eyes meet for a brief second and I almost feel bad I told on him, but then I remember how the dark-haired older man confronting Devlin with his eyes tried to smash me like a can and all he did was stand there, hand him the implement and watch the devil at work then later seduced me into bed with him. I cringe at the thought, disgust, the feeling creeping inside my gut. I let it happen. I let myself be used just to feel better about myself. I did this to myself. As negative thoughts whirl like a hurricane in my mind, my body begins to convulse. Using my periphery vision I notice the man’s hand in a paralysed state at level with his torso, but his fingers move back and forth, clearly givin

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

Her eyes looked down and she asked in a whisper, “What thorough discussion are we going to have?” Dark amusement gripped me and I turned us around, until she was beneath me with my hard côck pressed into her soft folds. “We will get to that later, let me check how much you enjoyed what you heard.” And when I slid deep into her cûnt, my little devil was more than wet. . A. Gupta Note: I added my book in the competition. Don't forget to vote by pressing gems and leave reviews on the 'About the Book' page for other readers. You can check in in 'Devil Mafia with a soft heart'.

For good. He ran down the stairs two at a time, avoiding the elevator to clear his head. Outside, the rain continued to fall in gusts, turning the streets into black, slippery mirrors. He ignored his chauffeur, who was waiting with an umbrella, and walked to his car, parked in a double-parked spot. He got behind the wheel, started the V8 engine, which roared like a caged animal. He felt like an idiot. Worse than an idiot. He'd let his emotions take over, like a kid. Him, Cameron Black, the king of shadows, the man who crushed empires with a phone call, who solved problems with lead or ironclad contracts. Not with kisses. Not with this weakness he'd felt growing inside him since she'd walked