The Devil's Hand: A Thriller Novels & Stories

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

I honestly cannot picture the Devil being much worse than this man that ice seen do despicable things to his wife that he claims to love and to his biological daughter, the Devil will have to bring some mean competition to beat this man. "I'll do you one, you don't mess up my deal I don't mess up your mother, do we have an agreement?" He offers like the Devil he is, he mock offers a handshake and I refuse to touch him, he insists, staring me deep in the eyes with his palm stretched out toward me, tired of the eye contact I reach out and shake the old Devil's wrinkled hand.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

You don't want to be here. He repeated it over and over in his head, like a mantra, like if he said it enough times it would be true. But his body wasn't listening. Because why did Vito's hand on his hip feel so good? Why did his brain short-circuit every time the man got close? Why did everything else in his life, the fear, the pain… Why does all of it just disappear when Vito touches him? Vito's hand moved, sliding up from Aiden's hip to his chest, then higher, until his fingers wrapped around Aiden's throat.

GINA I sat at what seemed to be the living room of the vs vsvmansion where the boss of the Bloody Fangs mafia group, Devon Fenrir lived. It also seems to be the group's headquarters. I thought we lived in affluence but this mansion dwarfed ours in more ways than one. A large and expansive living room with a high ceiling, golden chandeliers, large paintings with inscriptions of a language I don't understand on them, golden furnitures that glittered under the rays of sunlight coming through the windows.

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

A dark circle of ownership. Erdem had told me not to return to the chapel. A soft knock sounded at the door. "Who is it?" No answer. I rose from the chair. My hand slipped beneath my sleeve and found the thin blade hidden along my forearm. The knock came again. Three times. Slow. I crossed the room and opened the door. Silas stood in the corridor. He was alone. The bruise along his jaw had darkened overnight. He had made no attempt to hide the injury.