The Devil Thought He Had Me Novels & Stories

He took threatening steps towards me and I started to move back but something held me in place and that was 'GREAT WALL OF DEVIL'S HELL' "What do you think you are trying to do? You will fool me and run away but you know what? I am Mr. Khanna and Mr. KHANNA gets what he wants and Mr. KHANNA leaves them when he himself got bored and dumped them", the Devil said his words hit my little heart. End Of POV:- .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

“... I will never hurt you. No matter how much I think about it... the only obstacle I have right now, is Collins. The devil and I made a deal. I traded my soul for my revenge to be possible. For my plans of getting back at my enemies to work out, I bargained with the devil...” I moved my head to the side and I almost collided with his lips. He grabbed the bannister, grunting as he shot his load into me.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.” The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.

Slowly, I turned back to her, my eyes darkening. She smiled faintly. I lunged towards her. In a blink of an eye, my hand was around her throat, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. I leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re right,” I murmured against her ear. “I did those murders.” Her body tensed, her breath shallow. “And if you keep pressing me, you’ll be next.” Her eyes widened, fear creeping into them for the first time. “Thanks to your daughter's foolish decisions, she ended Arthur,” I continued. “I am not Arthur,” I titled my head to the side. “Well, I am still Arthur but fully synced with the devil Alpha, I will not hesitate to snap your neck anytime.”

But still he talked about me! "Well, maybe not fondly, but I'm still curious. You seem to have caught his interest in a very peculiar way." "Probably because he thinks I'm stupid for making a deal with him." I shrugged and picked the champagne bottle. "More?" "You made a deal with the devil? I would turn back if I were you. No one, no one wins against Diavolo. Especially not an ordinary girl like you." He shook his head and held up his glass. "Well, there's about to be someone." I smiled as I poured him champagne, but my words didn't seem as sure as I wanted them to be.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."