The Devil's Chair Novels & Stories

His shoes echoed as he walked into the den. Some people called it the lion’s den except that whoever entered never came out alive. The sound of cane whips and distant gunshots greeted anyone foolish enough to step inside. Underworld boss.All famous dead-shot. Second-in-command. A man who despised anyone who dared compete with or challenge him. Under his rule, the Aurelian empire had become the most powerful force in Italy,both in business and in the underworld. The lights flickered on as he stepped fully into the room. Dominic stopped at the center, where a young man was strapped to an electric chair. The man was tattered,shirtless, trembling, wearing only his pants.

Entering into his cabin, which is on the top floor reserved only for him, only his PA, Khanna and family had the access to that floor; he sat on his chair like a ruler (His cabin had all his trophies, family pictures hanging on walls, he could see the part of Mumbai from his cabin, the view looks magnificent at night, he even had a penthouse in his office has he sometimes stay back in his office) Opening his Mac book, he clicked on a certain image, seeing the image his face crept a smile, cold emotionless face showed emotions, he closed his eyes and drown in memory lane where he first met her, his Angel 'Yes, you heard it right the Devil meet his Angle and she became his possession'

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

Though at this stage, I can safely say that nobody has been dragged under yet. It truly is a horrendous sight; it appears like someone has made a tiny cut in the grass and is slowly but surely tearing it open. Everything around it is being sucked in like a giant vacuum. Sand, stone, grass, and even chairs nearby are disappearing into a gaping hole from which smoke is rising. You can see the rivers of fire boiling underneath it. It is a true Devil's Trap from which there is no escaping. We need to stop it now.

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.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

Since everything looked worn down and neglected, it added to the creepy atmosphere. My eyes were drawn to a small set of stairs that led to a large chair that was in the center of the back wall. The chair was surrounded by paintings and carvings depicting a throne. There were bones and flames in the stone, and above it, a skull with horns loomed monstrously. This is not an ordinary church... it is a place of worship, but not for a god. This throne belongs to the devil... Cole's father.