The Devil's Obsession With The Heiress Novels & Stories

He had gone silent, and it was disturbing. Has he finally decided to let her go, or is he? His silence was disturbing. She knew he was weird and creepy. A monster and a sadist. She wouldn't have been worried if he had just left, but he left right after she made a deal with him. She had promised to give him anything he asked in return for saving Hazel's life. So, literally—she owes him. The devil does not go silent, and his was—DISTURBING. She had no idea what was going on in his mind, and the fact that she owed him made it worse.

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

“You’re very brave when he’s not around.” She leaned in, her voice dropping. “And you’re very pathetic when he is. You can just drop the act, can you? You just want his money .." “That’s a lie.” “Is it?” Her eyes glittered. “And the icing on the cake, you also want to have sex with him. You are such a greedy bitch! He would never even have sex with you. Delulu..much!” Something inside me snapped. What? Devon.. won't have sex with me? Isn't that what he has been trying for more than ten business days and has failed woefully? Never..my ass!

I think my body stopped remembering how to do that sometime around the fourth gunshot. We walk down the aisle together. Aldric’s body is still lying at the altar and Salvatore steps over him again without looking. I follow. My shoes leave small red marks on the white runner as I go. Outside, the air feels colder and the sky is grey and overcast. Several black cars wait along the church steps, but that isn’t what catches my attention. The helicopter does. It sits on the grass beyond the parking lot, blades already turning slowly. The wind from the rotors lifts the edges of my veil.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

“Maybe there’s something interesting behind him.” She glanced over my shoulder. “A wall?” “An extremely fascinating wall.” Isabella laughed. “Serena, just admit you think he’s handsome.” I nearly choked. “That is not what we’re discussing.” “So you agree he’s handsome?” “I agree that you need professional help.” She grinned and stole one of my chips. Before I could defend my food, a shadow fell across our table. I looked up. Adrian. Of course. Was the universe conducting some kind of experiment on me?

Her fingers curled into a fist. You think you've won," she murmured to the image. "You think you've moved on. But I built you, Alexander Moreau. I made you. And I can unmake you just as easily. Her face held an expression that was almost unreadable. She had love for this man that had simply turned into hatred and obsession. With a soft breath, she turned off the light and closed the door, sealing her secrets back into the dark. The gala was two days away. And when it was over, Alexander Moreau would remember exactly who he had married.

You entered my life like a roaring hell and you forced me into your realm of evil, if only you knew how much I love your confessions that confuse me-- the confessions that you whisper to me when there is only us, when you're all bare to me, body and soul. As the heir to a family dynasty, Joe knows the rumors swirling around him. However, the truth is even darker. Years ago he chose to run away from everything, from the fact that he was the devil. However, now, devil or not, he's back and he won't allow anyone to take what belongs to him. Still, he needs a wife to secure his inheritance, and Alison would play the part perfectly. Soon, though, their simple business deal evolves into an emotion

She sees the raindrops fall from his inky black hair as his hand wipes away the rain from his beautiful face. "These are the devil's offspring," he says tiredly. Indra flicks from his choice of words. "I am also the devil's offspring. Don't forget that," she says in a hurt tone of voice. A winsome smile trail over Laurin's lips. "Maybe that's why you're so damn stubborn. If you had stayed in my castle, we would not be in this impossible situation." "And if you seriously think I would have stayed like a good little girl at your castle when my family needed me? Then you're crazy."