The Devil's Disciple Book Novels & Stories

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

If he hasn't already determined to make the boy his, the boy's actions now, made him eager to tie the boy to his bed and show him what discipline means. “Sir, we—” “Follow him," He commanded when he entered his car. “Sir, do you need me to kid—” The scorpion started to say, but the devil cut him off. “Follow him," he said in a tight voice. “Okay, sir.” Unbeknownst to Kon who was still fuming in anger at what just transpired between him and the devil, the devil was stalking him. “If only I had kicked him in his dick, I would have been happy.” Kon thought out loud.

“But on the flip side, looking at the situation again, she might just have chosen to garner the attention she clearly desired by offing herself. Assuming narcissism is included in all her wonderful personality profiles.” “Hear that Niko? Do you hear that?” The devil fired back. “Wait, doesn't that just mean you support both sides? You didn't give clarity,” Mr Wolf said. They all paused and turned to me, their eyes all in agreement. “I wasn't asked for clarity, I was asked for an answer. My ten thousand.” I stretched my hand. The men exchanged glances. “You thief!” Boss number two burst out. “She actually really is a thief. I told you right? The gold watch I told you to get rid of? She stole

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

“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.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

Tiny things that would randomly appear within our heads while I used my time sparingly to help him as well. Each of us bouncing ideas for one of his latest projects. With a sketch pad in hand, Tony uses the afternoon to draw up sketches while I sat off towards the side of the room, my body covered by a blanket as I just read books upon my tablet. Fully immersed within my books, Deal with the Devil. My book about an Irish Enforcer who ends up falling for a Bratva Princess. A Bratva Princess who was also a ballerina and an illegitimate child of the Russian Mob Leader.

I ask getting right into it. He smiles shaking his head. “Well, it’s the end of the Devil’s series. The conclusion everyone has been waiting for…” he says softly. My eyes widen. “There won’t be another book after this? I remember the ending of The devil’s daughter. Mia still had to find the holy sword and Goal and Tolk is still trapped in heaven. How could one book be enough to explain all of that?” I ask in shock. I wasn’t expecting this to be the end.

In front of them was the devil who was oozing out with anger and behind them there was the deep chasm. "This is my book. How dare you touch my belongings? Give it to me otherwise I will kill you all," said the devil in extreme fury. Lord Yong knew that he was the same sinister malcontent soul who cursed the whole town to die. He was the last owner of the book and the book is the only source of his existence as an evil soul in the desert.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.