The Devil Makes Three Novel Novels & Stories

I will show him that the Devil is not to be trifled with. Lately I've been frustrated and in a bad mood all the time. I'm in need of a good fucking. However, since that emerald-eyed blonde crossed my life everything changed. Other women don't satisfy me, none of them turn me on, and that's not normal anymore. Before, I used to get turned on by just seeing a pair of tits or an ass, but not now. I only desire a woman's. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of her. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of that desire and to bring back the real Devil. I'm about to accomplish my goal. There are only a few days left until Friday. I don't even feel like doing it with others. In my head there

Without staying here for one more second, she left us alone. I glanced at Delilah, who looked devastated at my threat. Her blonde hair was disheveled, I just noticed them while her face was deprived of any makeup. Still, there wasn't a single flaw on it. Well, after spending grands at the plastic surgeons, you are guaranteed to have such a face. Delilah is indeed pretty if you don't think about the fact that she got that face with money. I pitied her for living such a fake life. Life is not easy for anyone.

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I beg as he pulls away, replacing his fingers with his cock. He presses inside of me, stretching me wide as he leans down on his forearm, his fingers brushing my hair away from my face. End Of Book Two Book Three will be Escaping The Devils Snare and will start next week commencing 26/5/25! Synopsis of Escaping The Devils Snare:-

Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it. According to legend, the priest had been sentenced to be walled-up alive as punishment for breaking his vows. He promised the church that if they let him live, he would write a book that would contain all human knowledge - in a single day. To fulfill this promise, the priest sold his soul to the demon. The manuscript was extremely long, it appears to have been written by just one person over a relatively short period and covered a spell that only the supernatural could only open the book. Created using more than one sixty animal skins

No need to do something we will regret at the end for sure. Oh, dear God, I might collapse in here. I already got trauma last time. Why did you let me bring back here with this devil man? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.