The Devil's Knot Book Novels & Stories

rambling these Haya felt her consciousness blurred and everything went black and she fell into a deep sleep. On the other hand the devil was pacing around the corridor clenching his fists and gritting his teeth in anger, he was breathing heavily, he didn't want to do something which he would regret later so he booked another suit and was waiting for his Keys, as soon as the keys arrived he unlocked and entered, the first thing he did was he clenched his fist into a ball, his knuckles turning white and punched the wall. "What did I do?” He muttered to himself replaying the scenario in his mind.

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

But then, as she looked up at the devil's expectant gaze, a flicker of defiance sparked within her. "Fine," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "I'll make the deal. But on one condition." His brow arched, intrigued. "Oh? And what is that?" "I keep my mind. My soul stays mine. And if I ever find a way to break this bond, I will." The devil's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Done." He reached out to her, fire brushing his fingertips. Kayla paused, her hand shaking as she moved to connect with his. When their hands met, a wave of intense heat flowed through her, making the artifact shine more intensely.

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

They keep them locked up and starved and abused, and he was a part of the organization who were asking for the life of Calista I won't just kill him, I'll skin him after I get all that I need, I will gouge out his eyeballs and feed him his diçk, I'll peel the skin from his limbs while he screams I would do worse than what the devil could ever do to him in hell. The bald man's eyes shone with disbelief. He pressed the blade deeper into the girl's neck. She whimpered, her face filled with sorrow and tears. “Shoot him" the girl mouthed My fingers tightened around my gun. My jaw locked tight. Extremely tight. Every helpless person here only reminded me of the time Calista was kidnapped and locke

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

I beg as he pulls away, replacing his fingers with his cock. He presses inside of me, stretching me wide as he leans down on his forearm, his fingers brushing my hair away from my face. End Of Book Two Book Three will be Escaping The Devils Snare and will start next week commencing 26/5/25! Synopsis of Escaping The Devils Snare:-

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop