The Devil's Hand: A Thriller Novels & Stories

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Makayla clicked her tongue and bit on her lips. Knox stayed quiet. "Are you one of those women that throw themselves at my brother?" "And are you one of those sisters that snoop their nose in their brother's affairs instead of minding theirs?" Makayla asked instead, a sly smile on her lips. "Gold digger." Dove seethed. "That's it! Enough of your attitude!" Makayla snapped. Swiftly, her hand was in Dove's hair. She knew the hair was a fake one and as she removed it, the wrist watch immediately fell off. "Oh Mr Phillipe? I believe this belongs to you!" She announced on the top of her voice.

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."

Derrick stomped on his hand and he screamed. “Shut up,” Derrick growled. I gasped. “Derrick! Are you insane?!” Devon clutched his bleeding hand. “He’s dangerous…” “Dangerous?” Derrick thundered. “You think I'm dangerous?! After what you did?!” The way Derrick acted made my heart beat faster than ever. I've never seen his violent side as crazy as this. You know what I can't believe. It was how I never moved on from the same circle. How in the absolute hell did I date his brother with millions of men on the earth?

The sirens didn't just wail they tore through the Tuscan silence like a serrated blade. Cali didn't flinch. She felt a cold, grumpy electricity surge through her veins, a sharp contrast to the suffocating weight of the archives. She looked at the pearl-handled derringer in her hand a small, elegant toy against the high-caliber reality of a Valenti hit squad and then she looked at Devi. Devi was already moving. The understanding husband had vanished, replaced by the ruthless predator who had survived her father’s cellar. He reached into the hollowed-out spine of a massive leather-bound ledger on the shelf and pulled out a submachine gun, the matte-black metal looking like an extension of his

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Made me understood that father’s game was all over too. Then Madarashi put the dagger on the ground and calmly came and untied me. I was still conscious and unconscious at the same time. But this was the time I got to my senses and witnessed ‘The DEVIL’ for the first time. I looked at his face, he was insanely smiling and then burst into laughter. He looked like a freaking devil at that time. I really freaked out at that time. But suddenly he calmed down and said,

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

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.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.