The Devil's Hand: A Thriller Novels & Stories

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

I stay awake a little longer, watching her face in the dim light, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing against me. Maybe I really am worse than the devil. But right now, with her warm and trusting in my arms, I don’t feel like the devil at all. I just feel like a man who doesn’t want to lose the only good thing he has ever let close.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭�

His eyes closed shut for the briefest second, and when he opened them, there was no longer any trace of the Roman I met minutes ago, the one who had been tormented and lost in thought There was only my own Roman, my personal devil and savior. “Stay with me” I smiled slyly and slid my hand into his boxer brief, taking the heavy weight of his hardened length in my hand He hissed out a sharp breath. The throbbing in between my legs intensified when I was holding Romans' heavy, long, and throbbing cock in my hands. God, he was so well-endowed that no matter how many times I've seen him, his size never fails to awe and scare me

Did anyone honestly think they could blatantly steal from the devil and simply get away with it? He took long, powerful strides toward the bleeding man and stopped just inches away from him. The man had been brutally beaten. His eyes were swollen completely shut, making it nearly impossible for him to even look at his lethal predator. His expensive white-collar shirt was completely soaked in his own dark blood. When the devil looked down at his prey's trembling hands, he felt a deep, dark satisfaction upon seeing the man was now missing two of his fingers. Exactly as he had wanted. Exactly as he had commanded his guards to do.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

An entire snake but with hands, about six of them, all holding the same bloody fire. "It surprises you, doesn't it?" His voice boomed, sending cold chills through my body. How could an average looking young man, be the devil? "This," he said, stretching his hands on all the fires. "This, is a work almost done. " I just stood still, watching in silence. I couldn't see much in the room, or made do of what was happening, but I felt one thing. Fear didn't dwell down there. I didn't even for once felt it's presence. And that made me scared. Something powerful resided there, and dangerous.