The Devil You Know Saying Novels & Stories

"Nineteen." "Do you know what you are?" No hesitation, "The devil's child."

My drunk brain takes one look at this scene and declares, with absolute certainty— “Why the hell did no one ever say the devil had pink fucking eyes?”

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

I said. But I had no intention of drinking that potion. Ever since that corrosive potion had been thrown on me, my health had been failing. I wasn't the same person anymore. I relied on potions to keep going, but none had ever been like this one, reeking so foul it curdled my blood. This had to be an abortion potion. The healer once told me my wolf was damaged, and that I might never have a pup of my own. This one felt like my last hope—a gift from the Moon Goddess herself.

“That’s because you are barely interested in people, up to the point of wanting to know more about them.” Orion drew a long breath, letting it out with a glance at the photo of a lion that was hung on the wall, and he shrugged, letting the answer to Jordan's word slip past his mouth. “As the saying goes,” he paused, clearing his throat. “The devil you know, is better than the angel you don't.”

“This is why I asked you to reconsider the side you picked, because the prophecy is finally coming true.” “What prophecy?” I snapped. “The prophecy I told your mother years ago, the impure, the darkness and vengeance must never meet and they have…you are doomed, devil Alpha.”

It's not really a question but he understands. There's a pause before he speaks. “She looks smug. Almost happy.” I drop the call without saying another word. Guess I was right all along. The devil you know is better than the devil you don't know.

"I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you. You're like a drug I can't quit." I stared at him across the scarred formica table, trying to process what he was saying. "So what am I supposed to be? Your dirty little secret? The person you use when you need to forget about your real life?" "Yes." The honesty of it was somehow worse than any lie would have been. At least a lie would have suggested he felt some shame about what he was proposing. "Go to hell," I said, starting to slide out of the booth. "Sit down." The command in his voice was absolute.

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”