The Devil Ring Novels & Stories

The man's words were so gloomy and down that made Serene Silas shiver even more. She looked at him coldly and said, "Devil, who do you think you are? This is my business, when did you become the judge of me? Give my ring back to me, or I won't let you go." When he said that she was not qualified, he meant that she was already defiled by him... But even so, she still had to take back the ring that Jackie Leves had given her.

"We dissolve it. You walk away with half his fortune and your freedom." She opened the box. The ring glinted under the kitchen lights. "Why do I feel like I'm signing another deal with a devil?" she asked. "Because you are," I said. "But this devil is on your side." She looked at me then. Her hazel eyes were sharp, intelligent. She wasn't the scared girl in the alley anymore; she was calculating. "Okay," she said. She took the ring out. It was too big for her finger, but she slid it on anyway. It spun loosely.

The ring was very beautiful and fit perfectly on Malia's ring finger. "I think Raline will like this ring." Malia showed her ring finger to Devon. "Really?" Devon stared at the ring for a few seconds and then nodded. "You two always have the same taste, right?" "Yeah, usually what I like, Raline likes too, and vice versa. Like things and food. So I'm sure Raline will like the ring I chose." Devon finally bought the ring and a red box to store it in until the day he proposed to Raline.

5-carat pink diamond ring and her simple gold wedding ring on her finger. He gently removed the rings from her hand and stared at the rings intently as if he was in a daze. He was soon jolted back to his senses when Latton's phone that was on the bedside vibrated. He hastily put the ring back on her finger and took her phone. His face paled when he saw the caller ID. "The Devil." "Albert," he mumbled to himself. He was contemplating whether he should answer the call and tell him that Latton was in the hospital.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.