The Devil Thought He Had Me Novels & Stories

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.”

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

" As he inhaled the pungent powder, he mused over that thought. It wasn't untrue. The Devil, or one of his servants, was always on their heels here, and none of them could escape him. Even now, he felt something following him, watching and urging him on with his ghastly ideas. He'd prayed that day. He prayed most days, but today had been more fervent than ever before. He didn't think it was God who answered. The thoughts echoed with a raspy voice, tinged with a cooing sweetness. No. That was the Lord. He sent his words etched in stone, or some other enigmatic manner. 'The Lord will forgive me. I'm doin' it for the right reason,' Abraham thought. He'd thought it so often he'd convinced himsel

But there was one thought that wouldn’t leave my head. I had made a deal with the devil. And soon, I would have to pay.

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

When he took a step toward me, I took a step away from him. We continued the pattern until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Why?" I whispered. Why exactly was he acting in the opposite ways? By now, I already understood that he was intentionally doing all of these to drive me insane. This man -The Devil, knew that I expected him to torture me, break me, mend me, only to break me again and continue the process until I was too broken to be mended. He knew I didn't expect a single moment of kindness from him.

As the elevator descended, only one filthy, terrifying thought filled my mind. I had just sold myself to the devil. And the worst part was, a dark, aching part of me could not wait to see what he would do to me next. ---

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.

But he couldn’t remember pissing off any women lately. “Dave and Tobias came back from their run,” Jax told him. “Did they collect?” Bane asked, irritated to have been called down for a simple debt collection. “You can say that,” Jax said. He looked serious. Another shriek sounded from within the counting room and Bane had had enough. He walked over, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. By nothing but luck, the stapler that came flying missed his head and hit the door frame. Bane’s eyes followed it as it fell to the floor with a second crash. He then looked up and saw an angel. It took him a moment to realise that it wasn’t an angel, but a scared and crying woman.