The Devil You Know The Devil You Don't Novels & Stories

he says with a tone of finality. I falter. I should have known that he is the devil and he already bought my soul. • The devil does not bargain. The next morning meets me in front of my canvas instead of getting dressed to go to Paris for my honeymoon. My worst decision right? But you cannot take the sudden inspiration out of an artist when there is an urge. Black and red paints stain my hands as I finish the final stroke on my new piece. Slashes of red like knife cuts stains the edge of the canvas, and then the sunlight seeping in through the window catches sight of my piece — the dark face of a man.

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"

He shrugged. The devil hissed. “For honour?” He scoffed. “Would you do a thing you're being dragged into for honour, boss?” “Never.” “There you have your answer.” “Smart ass,” the devil muttered. “Okay, I'll give you my wagon," boss number two said. “No way! I'm in.”

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

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?”

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.

But yet again, it all comes with a price. My body. Don wants just one thing and that’s is, he made his intention known without mincing words. He was straightforward about it and he cut right to the chase. Giving me an idea of the kind of man he is. As enticing as his offer sounds, it is nothing short of me signing a deal with a devil. And do they not say that the devil you know is better than the angel you don’t know? I know Luciano and what he’s capable of but once again, Don is a mystery and I planned to let him remain so.

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.