The Devil Wears Scrubs Book 2 Novels & Stories

But no—I could hear the shower running in his bathroom. He was getting ready too. I smiled, my confidence returning. I crossed to his bed and sat on the edge, the silk of my nightgown pooling around my thighs. And I waited. Minutes passed. The shower turned off. I heard movement from the bathroom. A drawer opening. The rustle of fabric. My heart rate picked up, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. Then the bathroom door opened. Zade stepped out, and my breath caught. He was wearing only dark sleep pants that hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, still slightly damp from the shower, the tattoos and scars I'd seen that morning now on full display.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.

He winks at me, which he’s never done before, and it sets a spark of hope flaming to life in my heart. “Only for you.” The door closes with a soft click, and I’m alone. Beyond the windows, night has fallen. I dress in my usual scrubs, ready for whatever the night will bring with Aunt Penny, and wait for Bailey to come back. My head is clear, and I’m ready for whatever happens next. But then a long, jagged scraping sound echoes above my head, muffled by the ceiling and floorboards above me. I look up, wondering if the calm, starry weather outside is enough of a shelter from the storm brewing inside of the house tonight with each passing second.

"One of us has to keep a level head, I never thought it'd be me, but here we are." "I'm going to the ladies, order me something nice and fruity then we can go." Phoebe is right, it might be best if I leave the club, I don't want another murder on my hands. There were a few girls in the luxurious bathroom when I entered, but when I get out of the stall, the space is completely quiet. I'm washing my hands when none other than The Devil enters the bathroom and leans against the door. "Oh wow." I shake my head. "This is de ja vu."

I remember my second guard duty with Anderson when he seemed to know about the vault already. Considering that Anderson has tried to actively kill me from the moment I laid eyes on him, it’s understandable that the very thought of him makes me annoyed. He’s another Level One who tried to feed me to some insane piranhas on our first day here. My hand reaches out and I hesitate, inches away from touching the door. I haven’t forgotten what happened the last time I touched a vault door with my bare hands. I look around. There’s no one here. Maybe if I just try again.

He was encouraging me? A sliver of hope cracked through my chest. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah,” he said. “You deserve something that’s yours.” I smiled. And then the air in the room dropped ten degrees. Saint walked in. The second he entered, everything stilled. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Luca. His eyes fell on the books in Luca’s hands. Then to me. Then back to Luca. “What is this?” he asked, voice low.

I said pointing at the direction of where I thought the pull was coming from. " They are probably fucking her," she said and I raised my brows in confusion, I don't know what she was talking about. " Someone is fucking who," I asked as I picked up my underwear slipping my foot into it. " I saw her with a Bartender at the night club." I growled as a furious rage took over my senses, I feared that I couldn't control my anger as I felt my demon taking over my body and soul. I quickly wore my shirt and pants before teleporting my self to the direction of the pull ignoring the voice of Kathy who was nagging and ranting.

Instead, he returned his smirk with a more sinister one. "Five years is not as long as it used to be anymore. I see hell has been great on you." He fired back and both stared at each other without exchanging further words. Alpha Farell had no idea how to react to this news; his brother was back this time, as one of his worst enemies, The Devil Alpha of the Northern Realm. BOOK 2: Claimed by the Devil Alpha. BOOK II OF THE CLAIMED SERIES “Come here, little slave,” he snickered, and Lila bit back a sob before she found herself crawling back towards him.

Instantly, the traitorous breeze abandoned the intruder running away,while the intruder stood still,gazing at the other half that had been covered forever. The intruder took the liberty,staring intently at the other half of the devil face where a hideous scar sat triumphantly. It seemed like it had been engraved deep,cutting through his left eye down to his coloured pink lips. No one had ever seen his scar,at least lived to tell a tale. An evil smirk, grew on the devil's face,it broadened the more,alerting his intruder of the danger he was in. The devil had one word to say. "Run"