The Devil You Know Saying Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

He looked away first. Trying to convince himself it was nothing. Just another guest. Just another wealthy businessman. He didn't know that every person surrounding that man would gladly die on command. He didn't know newspapers called him The Devil of De Luca. He didn't know his life had just changed forever. Because across the ballroom, Lorenzo De Luca uttered six quiet words that would alter both of their destinies. "I want everything about him." And for the first time in over a decade... The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy.

Words that have no meaning, if they are to be considered words. She doesn’t notice the lady struggling with her keys inside a big black bag. She races back home and if anybody asks, she went for a road work only. Did she? Is it just for the pleasure of keeping fit or is Laurel really running from the nightmares that wake her up every night since she returned? She pushes the thought away, running faster but with every step she takes, the memories double. “Mommy… Help!!! Mommy…”

"You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himself the fucking Devil!" It went silent...pin-drop silent. Mom stood taken aback by my words, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. It was seconds later that her eyes pricked with tears. I don't feel sorry for her. All I've said thus far is the truth, she knows that. So if it's pity she's looking for, she's definitely not gonna get it.

“Well, you see.” He pauses, smiling with confidence and authoring, talking directly to the souls, as he looks lustfully at the bright full moon and defended the long somewhat curse of the image of the very devil everyone depicted and sees about, without knowing the truth, as he reveals and continues. “The devil you know, fear and hates, is not someone to whom you should see as the greatest antagonist in this story. For, believe it or not, you all have the desire of your own at some point, wish for it to come true, and desperately wanted from miracle to happen. Well, crack those stupid brain cells of yours, for in your life, one point to another who believe in him, wish for the imaginable, an

It was as though his emotions are about to burst out, he couldn't keep them under control. "Why don't you just let go? I can't love you, bunny... I don't know how to love, can't you see? I kill for fun, and I hurt people for pleasure. I consume the human heart for food and blood for wine. Can't you see how dark I am? How can I bare you stained a pure soul like you? " Cannon didn't know what to do. " N-not everyone is perfect, not all is good," she said, " it's better to love and live with the devil you know than the angel you don't know"

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

My mind seemed to travel, so I couldn’t understand her very well. “W-What did you say again?” Yes, it seems obvious that I understand little of what she said, but I understand the devil she’s talking about. Does she define herself? She doesn’t look like a devil to me. Or maybe I’m just mistaken? I was even more stunned by what she said. My chin may have landed on the floor because I was barely gaping. He speaks as a man does. “I am no saint. I am a devil ready to take your soul.”

‎CLEOPATRA'S POV ‎ ‎You know the thing people always say about being with the devil you know rather than the angel you don't know. Well... I am not quite sure I want to have anything in common with a devil, I will rather take my chances with an angel I don't know, who knows he might actually be a heaven's sent. ‎“Angel... I mean Lorenzo, Why are we stopping?” I doubted the moment Lorenzo's car came to a stop in front of a multipurpose supermarket.