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The Devil Always Collects °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ They say when you make a deal with the devil, you never walk away clean. I just didn’t think the price would come drenched in blood, whispering my name like it meant salvation. “Please… don’t leave me like this,” he begged. Blood slicked his hands, dripping down his wrists, staining the floor like a confession no one could dare wash away. The smell of iron filled the room, clinging to the back of my throat until I could taste it.

And he will definitely not allow that, and he will never support me with that idea. When suddenly ... Why did this man cry? Is it because of the background music? Or what he sang earlier? I smiled and patted him on the shoulder even though I was trying hard. Why is he crying?! Am I going to die? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Having ruthlessly murdered six innocent people, the big devil sold his conscience to the devil. He was no longer the goody two shoes Royalty. He had become the merciless and heartless Zeus again. Along with thunder came a heavy violent rain. It rained cat and dogs over the big devil, wetting him, and washing away the blood stains on his hands and body. The more the rain hit the ground, the more the ground became covered in blood. Heads, and bones he had cut off rolled at his feet, but still the big devil felt nothing.

“ This is the greatest gift I have ever received.” SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Christian looked to him with obvious fear in his eyes, and I held out my cross, reciting a prayer to banish it from-- The devil seized hold of my throat. He moved so fast, I couldn’t even trace him, lifting me clear off the ground with barely an effort. “Ah yes, my pet’s previous owner. He’s outgrown the need for your grooming. How will you feel if I kill him?” he demanded of Christian. “Don’t,” my boy rasped, and I exhaled in relief. “Let me.” The devil burst out laughing and obligingly threw me into the dirt at Christian’s feet. His eyes were flooded with tears. He cried to end his own father, I still insist to myself. There is no way he was weeping over that dead pervert who molested and

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."

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.”

Blood poured from his nose, running down his chin and dripping onto his shirt. Vito wasn't moved by his act. He'd seen men beg before. Seen them cry and scream and promise anything if he'd just let them go. It never changed anything. He was frankly more interested in seeing how much more the man could handle before he decided to kill him. Vito grabbed Matteo's jaw, forcing him to look up. His cigarette was still in the same hand, and Matteo could feel the heat of it really close to his skin, close enough to burn.