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

“Let’s get outta here.” Izzy shouts. Isaac leaves with the girls as though it was planned. As soon as they got downstairs, Izzy made herself clear to Isaac. “Isaac or I-saac, however your name is pronounced. Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.” Izzy said. “Is it because you’re seeing someone else or what? Cause I know I didn’t do nothing wrong.” Isaac said. You don’t need to do anything wrong. My comfortability is what matters and as of now, I’m no more comfortable with you around me. Speaking of seeing someone else……., that’s my ride there. Ciao.

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.

It turned me on more to know that I had the same effect on Xavier. I haven't slept with anyone so far but I've kissed a fair share of people to know that nothing compares to the devil's kiss. Oh God! I must be drenched by now and my nipples were poking through my dress. One kiss from this guy and I was almost at the verge of coming undone.

He said nonchalantly as he placed his head on my thigh and lounged on the couch, his eyes closed. “If he's a player, what are you then?” I poked. He didn't open his eyes and I unconsciously rubbed his hair. He mumbled something gently and leaned into my hand “You didn't answer me.” “At least, you know me. They say the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know.” He said. “It's only a matter of time before this hits the media you know.” I said trying to get him to be serious about it for once.

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

"Why didn't your friend apply for it?" "How am I supposed to know" I countered "I'm sorry I mean I don't know why" I apologized immediately realizing my mistake. Everyone in the room stared at me in shock while he just stared at me with no emotion on his face. "Tell us about yourself" the woman spoke What do I know about myself, I thought. "Well I'm a very hardworking lady, I mean at this point in my life I work four jobs and I do them diligently because I'm happy" That's a huge lie I thought

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"Who is this?" "Someone who knows how this game works. Someone who's watched others try to fight publicly and fail." A pause. "The headlines about you will peak today. By tomorrow, something else will dominate the news cycle. By next week, you'll be old news. But only if you stay silent." "How do you know..." "I know because I've seen this pattern before. Seraphina's pattern. She destroys, then moves on. But only if her target stays destroyed." The voice shifted slightly. "If you disappear now, completely, she'll think she won. She'll get careless."

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.