The Devil's Hand: A Thriller Novels & Stories

Then he pulled a letter from his desk and handed it to me. I read it, my blood running cold. The words were sharp and cruel, filled with hatred and threats. I could feel the venom dripping from every sentence. To the Devil of Vercelli, You have taken what is ours. You have built your empire on the bones of our family. But we are coming for you. We are coming for your wife. We are coming for your son. And we will take everything from you, just as you took everything from us. The Serpents of the South.

I sob in his arms, my body shaking uncontrollably, torn between fear and disgust. His expression softens, but it’s only for a moment. The rawness in his voice is more chilling than I’ve ever heard it. “I stole his wife.” He leans down, his voice raw, unapologetic. “His dream. His future. His goddamn legacy.” The hand on my throat softens, almost tender as it moves to stroke my skin, but it doesn’t feel like comfort. It feels like ownership. “You asked if I was a good man? No. I’m the devil who’d murder his own blood to put his baby in your womb.”

“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.

As soon as our eyes locked, I knew trouble was coming. “What is this?!” She asked at the top of her voice, staring at the both of us. The devil ran a hand through his hair. “Not now. It's too early.” “Like hell it is!” she hissed better than a snake. “If you're going to cheat on me, it is not going to be with her! She is disrespectful and downright annoying! You should have better taste for fucks sake!” “And who is supposed to be the better taste?” He asked calmly.

"Why the hell not?" I was hanging on by a thread, trying not to let the rage spill out. I knew who he was—the devil, the one who ruined lives without blinking. And I'd forgotten that, hadn't I? Letting him touch me, teasing him back, seducing him like it was part of the plan. Sure, I told myself it was to get close, to find the perfect moment to strike.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

"I do believe you, Deacon... but I just want you to tell me what happened tonight." Something dark flashes in my fucking eyes, and all of a sudden I snap the fuck up and pounce on Myla, flipping her ass over to her fucking stomach with my cock pressed against her juicy, plump ass. My hand is around the front of her, wrapped tightly around her throat, while my other hand grips her wrist and pins it to the bed above her head. I sniff the hair on the back of her head and the scent makes my cock twitch against her ass. I can feel the fucking dark side starting to come out, seeping slowly from my fucking pores as it consumes every fucking part of me, turning me into the devil again. I rock my bod

The night had been silent seconds ago. But now? Now, I wasn’t alone. Someone was watching me. A heartbeat. Not mine. Slow. Controlled. Waiting. I turned— Too late. A hand snapped around my throat. --- The Devil Smiles I choked. Clawed at the fingers crushing my windpipe. Cold fingers. A voice purred in my ear. Low. Amused. Familiar. “I’ve been waiting for you, little wolf.” No. No, no, no— I knew that voice.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

Sleep long gone. Scrapping sound. Someone is scratching on her window... 'What if it's a ghost!" Even in this cold weather she begins to sweat uncontrollably.Even then she grips the blankets tightly, hiding half of her face. But when her vision becomes clear in the darkness, she gasps at the outline that she sees outside the window. ~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart PERORATION ( from Devil) The Devil turns back as soon as the little angel is out of there and can't hear his cold voice that can stop one's breathing, his hands fist tightly tucked into his pocket.