The Devil's Welcome Book Novels & Stories

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

CHAPTER 8: Drowning As soon as I walked out of the door, numerous eyes immediately went to me. “Oh my word! The devil himself will worship you on your feet when he sees you, Miss Hill. You look ah-mazing!” I smiled sheepishly at Gloom. “You sure?”

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

"It’s been over two months since I’ve entertained anyone with my presence. Let them see what’s left." I sank into the chair opposite her, my movements deliberate. Sarah stared at me, her eyes searching my face for a weakness she could exploit. She looked pained, her brow furrowed in a mask of deep concern. She sat down slowly, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed the tablecloth. A waiter approached, looking terrified. He sensed the tension radiating off our table like heat from a furnace. "Welcome back, Miss St. Claire," he whispered even when I could see through the mockery in his voice. Nobody wanted me alive in this world. So why the hell am I being welcomed back into the land of

There was a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, but all the books looked like they were in Italian or some other language he couldn't read. There was a gym, which was cool, but Aiden didn't feel like working out. By the time he made it back to the kitchen, he was bored out of his mind. "This is going to be a long day," he muttered to himself. Around noon, he heard the front door open. Aiden's heart jumped. Was Vito back? But when he walked to the entrance, it was just an older woman carrying grocery bags. "Oh!" she said when she saw him, looking startled. "You must be the guest. I'm Maria, the housekeeper."

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”