The Duchess And The Devil Novels & Stories

“The Council won’t let him go. Not with REP in his veins. He’ll be their prisoner, their gold mine. They’ll strip him down to the marrow if they must.” “Inadvertently punishing him for us,” Lisbeth finished, her smile as sharp as glass. Lisbeth, however, chuckled softly, delighted by their reactions. “Don’t you see? We were pawns. All of us. Ferdinand didn’t need us to win this game. He only needed us to open the door. To step into that mansion. To distract them long enough for him to sink his needle into Benedict. And now…” She spread her hands, the mist swirling around her like smoke.

He had to make his move now, before they were all killed. As Lukas smiled cruelly, his fingers dancing across the table towards the gun he'd so casually laid out before them, Dmitry pulled the trigger. The gun bucked in his hand, the report echoing through the room like thunder. A hole blossomed in Lukas's chest, and the man's eyes went wide with surprise. Even as he crumpled to the floor, his men were still advancing.

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

She told him most commandingly. "I can't disregard what I feel for you"The duchess says and the tall man stood up and turned toward her. “I want you to despoil me" She replied most brazenly, surprising even herself. “Ever since I saw you last night, I have not been myself. You are unlike any man I have known.” “But the Duke…” “The Duke will never know.” She said, throwing off her cloak. “I am here unknown to him. Let me give you what he took away so many years ago.”

He walked over to his crying wife, slowly holding her in his arms. "Lady, it's my fault. I shouldn't have doubted Gabriella." Duke Hesing was deeply regretful. The Duchess lifted her head, tears staining her beautiful face like a flower cat. She looked at her husband with reproachful eyes: "Didn't the cardinal also check on her? He said she showed no signs of being possessed by the devil. Even though Gabriella's personality changed. what? The Duchess used force to beat her husband, she resented him for being too suspicious to harm this family. But she couldn't understand the Duke's role, he was not only husband and father, but he was also the head of the Hesing family.

"My fellow lords, we cannot allow this blasphemy any longer; we mustn't pave the way for Satan into our lives. She, along with those of her kind, will cause us great misfortunes; plagues, chaos, war and even the wrath of God. The Devil will ruin our life's and fa-" "Kill the Witch!" Father Benedict, had barely formed his words, when someone shouted from amongst those seated. "Burn the Devil's spawn!" "Burn the witch!" and again came another. These sorts of words were echoed all through the courtroom. The duchess stood speechless; it was her trial, but she could not defend herself. The King cleared his throat, causing the upheaval to cease. He turned his gaze from those seated, to the woman i

In fact they were standing still, as if awaiting the end of the conversation. The duchess snorted, “What nonsense! Eridanus was planning a revolution from the very beginning. And you, bitch, were on his side. You should have been strangled in infancy, like Ger said!” “But...” I found nothing to answer. I choked with my own breath. “But, but...” she mocked me and then bellowed, turning to her guardians, “Why are you standing there? Go on! Kill them!” At this moment, Glein lurched and began to let go of Reive, tightening his grip on his sword.

But now– "Duchess Milaris, what do you think of the present situation?" Gorfard asked with slight trepidation. He could scorn Lilith despite her power because she was sane. Sane people didn't act recklessly and observed the situation first. The duchess was anything but sane. She was fucking crazy and no one knew how far she could go and when she could snap. Today once again, the duchess was entirely clad in black. Black heel, black robes, black veil. When you added her black hair and eyes, anyone looking at her would have the uncomfortable feeling of being swallowed by darkness itself.

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

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.