Romans & histoires The Devil Wears Scrubs Book 2

she could hardly form her words because of how scared she was. " Then why be scared of me? " His reach out to her cheeks with his bloody hands, " I don't bite, I don't kill... I devour" He whispers to her ears, sending chills down her spine. His bloody hands left her cheeks red. His tomb caresses her lips, leaving blood. He lowers himself and takes her lips in his mouth, licking away the blood. Audrey's eyes shot close at the feel of his lips on hers. She couldn't believe she was kissing a devil, real or not, he was to her.

Scarlett’s POV The city was a bruise of light and rain when I woke. The night had felt like a wound that would never quite scab over—Prague’s streets still hummed under the memory of what we had done on the bridge. Men were in cages now, or on the lam. Lines were blurred in new directions. And Echo-2, that unblinking thing I’d coaxed into life, sat like a second pulse in the room back at Loren’s—responding, suggesting, deciding in ways that made my teeth ache.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 23 Sareena By the time I took a quick shower, picked out one of Gabriella’s summer dresses, and headed back downstairs, I was sure Matteo would be gone, probably assuming I’d ghosted him. But when I stepped off the elevator, he was there. He must have bought a new shirt because the coffee stain from earlier was gone.

I could use that. I stepped into the study, the scent of aged whiskey and leather filling my senses. The room was lined with bookshelves, their contents more for display than knowledge. Behind the grand mahogany desk, an old portrait of Nico Moretti loomed, his sharp gaze frozen in time. The Morettis had built an empire on blood, and now, a traitor was tearing it apart from within. A flicker of movement in the reflection of a glass cabinet caught my eye. Helios.

Reva's POV I find him in the library at two in the morning and my whole body knows before my brain does that something is wrong with the man I am seeing. I could not sleep again. The house felt too quiet so I got out of bed and walked around. I wondered how this place looked like at night. I walked through the halls. The floors felt cold under my feet. I stopped in front of the library and pushed the door open. Nico was sitting by the window with glasses on his face. I never knew he wore glasses.

She said, nodding her head. Machine sighed and shook his head. He didn’t know if he could take more. Margo’s hard glare made him pause as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned another page and continued reading. His eyes went wide and as he continued to read. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Each person was worse and worse than the one before. The crimes were nothing but heinous. He looked up at Margo with wide panicked eyes when he came to the very last person on the list.

The devil said goodbye to both Shubh and me and sat in his car and drove off. " Vidhi is cute as well as beautiful. Isn't it Shubh? " I wanted to see his expression. He just smiled and nodded. Not much reaction. Maybe, I was wrong. Well, I could not sleep for the whole night. As a handsome devil was haunting me with memories of his kisses and touch. *********** I was getting ready for the hospital when the devil called on my phone. " Hello !! " " Hi, sweetheart!! Dreamt of me, last night? "

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

Screams layered over screams until the corridor became a tunnel of noise, but still there was one sound missing—the ragged way she’d said no, the broken edge of his name in her pain. His breath came heavier. Rougher. More desperate. Each soul dissolved into nothing, leaving only a fading echo of its final scream. But the storm inside him did not abate. “Another.” The guard hesitated. The Devil turned his head slowly, eyes glowing with such violent malice that even the demon recoiled as if struck. “I said… another.” The creature bolted, returning seconds later with two at once. He took them both—one in each hand—and slammed them together. Their bodies burst in a spray of shredded shadow, diss

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’