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

I asked with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. "Nothing." He deadpanned but his eyes communicated the message he didn't want August to know. Nothing good comes out of a sweet honeyed mouth especially the one who is accepting of everything without resistance. The devil you know is better than the angel you don't know and to the him...I was the devil.

she growled lowly and I gulped before I went ahead to answer her question. “I don't know. Nothing? I never had any intention of gaining his trust” I said and she rolled her eyes. “Do you know the saying ‘the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know’ Selena?” she asked me and I nodded before I mumbled a yes and she nodded satisfyingly back at me.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

Scandalous images come to my mind, doubling my heartbeat, and the tendril of desire dancing in my veins pushes me toward the dark side. What would it feel like if I gave my body to this devil? I think he'd take me ruthlessly and ruin me. But would I like that? Camille, no. What the actual hell are you thinking? Stop right there. You cannot be turned on by this vile pirate of a man. Just no. The jolt of reality snaps me out of the sinful reverie and I straighten, standing a little taller. "You fucking asshole. I'm not doing either," I tell him, but all he does is turn his smile up a notch.

’ 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.’

I will show him that the Devil is not to be trifled with. Lately I've been frustrated and in a bad mood all the time. I'm in need of a good fucking. However, since that emerald-eyed blonde crossed my life everything changed. Other women don't satisfy me, none of them turn me on, and that's not normal anymore. Before, I used to get turned on by just seeing a pair of tits or an ass, but not now. I only desire a woman's. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of her. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of that desire and to bring back the real Devil. I'm about to accomplish my goal. There are only a few days left until Friday. I don't even feel like doing it with others. In my head there

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. “Hello Detroit, how are you doing tonight?” I yelled as the crowd screamed. “Are you ready to have the most fun you have ever had in your life? Are you ready to let loose and give in to your innermost desires? There are no rules here and there are no laws. Anything and everything you see or do here, stays within these walls. Vegas may be Sin City but on Devil’s Night, Vegas ain’t got nothin’ on Detroit am I right?” The crowd roared with excitement.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.