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

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

Damien’s eyes narrowed. "Yes, him," she said with a nod, as if speaking directly to whoever was watching. "The man who had stand by me for years now. I won’t pretend I trust him completely, but I know who he is. At least I know what he’s capable of. There’s a saying, right? ‘Better the devil you know than the angel you don’t.’ I may not trust him, but I understand him. So if I’m no longer here… let the devil run it.”

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

he narrated. I stood still with my mouth wide open, gazing at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe those words were coming out from Rick; he made me understand the phrase, "The Devil You Know Is Better Than The Angel You Don't Know." I couldn't argue with the idea because I needed the Alpha position, so I accepted to do that since it would fetch me the throne. I nodded affirmingly, acknowledging all he had just stated, and headed home. How foolish I was; I never knew it would cause me great harm in the future.

THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND, PEASANT. I_pooped -_- DON'T TEMPT ME TO KILL YOU FROM BEHIND THIS SCREEN. Will_the_devil OH, YEAH? GO AHEAD. I WILL PROBABLY THROW YOU IN THE DUNGEONS IF YOU COME WITHIN TEN FEET OF ME. I_pooped EW. TEN FEET IS TOO GENEROUS. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SHARE THE SAME EARTH WITH YOU. Will_the_devil RIGHT, PRINCESS. Cereal_killer

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

Belle gives me a lazy wave and Roxy’s eyes are still fixed on the floor, frozen like an art piece. I guess the devil you know is better than the one you don’t.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Sensing my difficulty, Damon decided to help me out, every word dripping with a dangerous edge, still I found him impossibly appealing. “I believe the saying was, its better to take the angel you know’s deal, right? At least here no one would humiliate you outside again.” ‘Meaning he’ll humiliate me?’ I couldn’t help asking myself. I looked up, meeting his stare. “You got it wrong. The devil you don’t know is better than the angel you know.” “Shh,” he cut me off, pressing his index finger on my lips and leaned close to my ear. “You’ll be wise to fear the angel you do not know but my protection is something you cannot pass out on.”

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!