The Devil's Own Movie Novels & Stories

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

“She’s his step daughter, turns out he didn’t treat them right and I think the girl must have set him on fire after her mother died at the shoot out.” “Wow!” Khalil exclaimed. “Well, you know St. Mary orphanage home?” Vinly shot him a Dagger look. “Don’t use his child against him.” “Why?” “It's not right. You want spike, go get him. Besides, he never wronged you.” “He stole from me when he left years ago.” “He wanted freedom, you hurt his family and you still want to hurt him more?” “Are you defending him because he’s your friend?” “I'm defending him cause he’s a good guy. Behind that stoned face with no emotion, he has a heart and you made him have demons that haunted him every night.”

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am the only true Devil here," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave the clip; there is a slight click as it slid

The only thing making him visible was the light from the fire place. "Would you like to dance with the devil?" He asked as he held his hand out. I stared him, contemplating in my mind. It's not like I had anything to lose. "Okay." I nodded hesitantly, standing to my feet. I walked around the table towards Nikola. His hair silky smooth, His jawline sharp and his lips perfect. He took my hand, His touch making butterflies dance within my stomach. I've never craved his touch and never knew it.

The silence was deafening, but it was also passing as much message as my eye contact. “ The Devils are dangerous, but I can go alone, but I can't risk my goods. As much as they are dangerous, they are also smart, so let's pay homage to them.” I smirked. “ Yes Boss!” They all chorused at once. I distributed the roles of each mobster and the angle in which they will stay hidden and alert, in case the Devils try to play smart. After much strategizing, we were off to the Devil's Clan. The Devil's Clan is owned by Russell Volkov, the great Italian Mafia of all time, but that title will be taken from him soon.

Decker said with red eyes and a pissed-off voice. “Yes, but the plan was to get money, not...” “I am sorry, Mike. She didn’t sleep for two nights because she was getting haunted dreams about what you people did to her.” Decker stood up as he stuffed his gun into his pocket. “Please, forgive me,” “Don’t ask me forgiveness. I am not GOD. I am the Devil, and the Devil never forgives.” He took a knife and made minor cuts in his hand, slowly letting the blood ooze out.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.