The Devil's In The Details Book Novels & Stories

Harold's POV Damn it to hell!. How could I Harold Hades be easily fooled like this? How could I have overlooked such important little details? The humans have an idiom that says, "the devil is in the details." I feel highly and deeply offended. Even the lowly creatures such as the humans have better insight! Why in the Hades name did I brush off Tina's concern about summer when she was barely a toddler? I could have paid more attention to it and saved myself this headache.

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

The man before her was the devil himself. "Stop shouting. Your voice is giving me headache," Sebastian coldly said as he surveyed the suite. Judging from the interior of the suite, he knew he wasn't in a house. Suites and hotel rooms were all too familiar with him because he spent his nights there sometimes when on a business trip, and the fact that he also had buildings of such made it more easier. Veronica gasped in shock when she heard him. "You...you...you...," She stammered as she pointed a finger at Sebastian who appeared calm.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

I don't know how he manages to stay like that all the time. He exhaled loudly and leaned back, his fingers clasped together while he blessed me with his perfect stares. I bit my lip as I was nervous and walked closer to him. When I reached his desk, I put my hands on it and leaned down. I am sure, I am giving him a perfect show by flaunting my b**bs. "You know Delilah, you are the only woman who comes to my office. Otherwise, not even my assistants will come here." He confessed and I felt proud of myself. No matter what, there was something at which I am better than anyone else.

She went to the parking lot and leaned on Stanley's car while waiting for him to finish up with the hospital. "Hello " her heart skipped a beat as she took in the stunning figure of the guy in her dream or vision. Damian smiled flashing his pearly white teeth. . . To be continued A/N what do you think is going to happen in the next chapter? I don't know too. Rate comment and vote please thank you for reading. Also what do you think Stanley is hiding from his wife?

Devon sat in the Dining Room and again reviewed the proposal he had before him. It was the result of a years worth or research and consideration. Dominique and two of the shrinks were about to arrive and receive the briefing on the proposal, something he had kept secret from everyone until recently.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

I got into bed and lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my heart beating with the irregular insistence of something that was doing more than it was supposed to. Downstairs—he’d left a book on the kitchen counter with a sticky note on it. I discovered it the next morning, a monograph on the industrial ruins of Detroit, the photography I’d mentioned, marked with a tab to a specific page. The photographer was someone I’d cited as an influence in an interview I’d given to a regional magazine three years ago. An interview he would have had to specifically find. I held the book for a long time and the note just said 'In case it’s useful. — D.'

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,