The Devil's Ring Mga Nobela at Kwento

She bit her lip, picked up the packet, and tore it open. She sat up, coming face-to-face with the “beast” that was currently standing proud and defiant. Her small hand could barely wrap around a portion of him; there was no way to encompass the whole thing. Feeling the sheer heat and terrifying size of him made her shiver. Even though it wasn’t her first time seeing it, the sight was just as overwhelming as the first. Zoe placed the ring against the dark, swollen head and carefully began to roll it down. “Too slow,” the man’s impatient voice growled.

Then, with a deliberate, graceful motion that silenced the entire forest, he dropped to one knee. "Oh my god," I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. "Devon..." My heart stopped. This couldn't be happening. I felt the heat of a massive blush creeping up my neck as I stared down at him. Devon reached into his pocket and brought out a small, velvet box. When he snapped it open, a diamond ring—pure, brilliant, and catching every ounce of moonlight—shone back at me. It was a masterpiece, as steady and bright as the man holding it.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

I'm sure I was wearing the ring when I followed the disguised Xaveraq to the forest. So, what had happened to it? As soon as the devil reappeared after my discovery, I demanded him, “Where is my ring?” I couldn't see his expression as he wasn't visible to me, but I heard the confusion in his voice when he said, “What ring?” “The ring I wore on my finger!” I screamed, pointing the said finger at the ceiling. “It had a huge, amethyst stone on it.” “I kidnapped you from your pack just after it was taken over by hostiles and that's what you're worried about?” The devil questions in a sardonic voice. “Seriously, Callista, have your priorities straight.”

I heard Devon say from behind me. When I turned around, I failed to swallow the gasp that left my lips as tears gathered in my eyes. Devon was down on one knee with an opened, velvet coloured ring box in hand with the most gorgeous ring inside. It was a gorgeous diamond studded, sterling silver ring with one medium sized diamond that was lined by smaller ones that decreased in size at its side.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

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

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

The man's words were so gloomy and down that made Serene Silas shiver even more. She looked at him coldly and said, "Devil, who do you think you are? This is my business, when did you become the judge of me? Give my ring back to me, or I won't let you go." When he said that she was not qualified, he meant that she was already defiled by him... But even so, she still had to take back the ring that Jackie Leves had given her.

5-carat pink diamond ring and her simple gold wedding ring on her finger. He gently removed the rings from her hand and stared at the rings intently as if he was in a daze. He was soon jolted back to his senses when Latton's phone that was on the bedside vibrated. He hastily put the ring back on her finger and took her phone. His face paled when he saw the caller ID. "The Devil." "Albert," he mumbled to himself. He was contemplating whether he should answer the call and tell him that Latton was in the hospital.