The Devil Takes You Home Novels & Stories

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. “Hello Detroit, how are you doing tonight?” I yelled as the crowd screamed. “Are you ready to have the most fun you have ever had in your life? Are you ready to let loose and give in to your innermost desires? There are no rules here and there are no laws. Anything and everything you see or do here, stays within these walls. Vegas may be Sin City but on Devil’s Night, Vegas ain’t got nothin’ on Detroit am I right?” The crowd roared with excitement.

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.

CLARA’S POV: A month later Now, a month after nights upon nights of vigorously trying to control my wolf, my new titles have somehow become: ‘devil luna’, ‘devil Donna’, ‘devil she-wolf, just anything with a devil before it! The reason, you ask? Well, my wolf is the new me…basically. It seems my own body doesn’t even belong to me, since I’m the one who’s always fighting for control! She takes over typically whenever Kasan is out of sight and lunges at whomever she spots first, be it humans, the rest of the pack or a freaking rat. For some reason, she usually spares my brother, his mate, Kenley and my parents from her violence. But that doesn’t make it any less bad!

I didn't bother to clean it as I stepped out of the dungeon. I could get whatever information I wanted myself. I reeked of blood. I grind my teeth as I walk. I had the girl, Blake's child return to her mother, she will work for me. That's the only thing I can do in place of not killing her. As I stepped farther away from the dungeon, my mind went back to the reason why I didn't want to come back home.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

“Take her. Take her home. Now.” “But Tay…” “Now.” She saw my face and didn’t argue. As the doors closed behind them, Devon looked at me like he already knew. Hell had only just begun.

he said. I tilted my head slightly to the side. Butler Francis told me that this girl was abducted because of their parents. It turned out that their Dad has an unpaid debt they don’t know about. She’s supposed to be the payment, but they rejected her because she’s deaf. That’s bad. Even a heartless demon like me, but don’t think too bad about them.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.