The Duchess And The Devil Novels & Stories

She was still open to the possibility. Tonight, she will drown her sorrows and disappointment in expensive vodka and gambling. She had the money, the serving looks and the aura of a wealthy woman, alone and lonely in a high-end casino is a perfect combination to get laid tonight. She prefers human lovers, and no, she does not feed on them. The Duchess had the decency of a saint not to play with her food and besides, she was still sick from the mass feeding in the House of Hesse-Dermsadt. It took a couple of minutes when a young man in impeccable, expensive three-piece suit to approach her in the bar. She was eyeing a table to play. “A woman like you should not be left alone in a place like t

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”

“and I would win it.” And as the Duchess stares into Lord Brandon’s face, she discovers, that there is something frightening like no other nightmare in the world could replicate, in a devotion like this. An ardent, zealous, terrifying brand of devotion, one that is more befitting of a creature they call the Shadowed Beast than a man. For better, or for worse. The man - the monster - to whom she had bartered off her own daughter, with thoughts of a hundred and thirty thousand lives, and hundreds of thousands more.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

"I witnessed how she treated her servants. There was a maid who accidentally spilled wine on her dress during a banquet. The poor girl was terrified and begging for forgiveness." “What did the duchess do?” "She smiled and told the girl it was fine, accidents happen. Then, after the banquet, she had the girl taken to the dungeons. She was beaten and left there for three days without food or water.” Bastian took a sharp breath. "That is barbaric." "That is Marianne," I corrected. "She manipulates and uses people, then discards them when they are no longer useful. And she does it all with a smile on her face."

"Everything we could find on Rick Cameron." Valerie opened the folder, grateful for the distraction from her past memories. She was ‘The Duchess’ now. And Dominic Calder was six feet under. She shouldn’t be thinking about that life anymore. She looked through the folder. In it was the photograph of the man who had dismissed her so coldly last weekend. As she studied his arrogantly handsome face, the fury she had felt that night resurfaced. She will deal with him accordingly, and by the time she is done, he will bow to her when next he sees her. No one treats the Duchess that way and gets away with it.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Venus made the next move that cost her the game, her jaw dropped when Dante announced checkmate, furious that she lost, she pushed the chess game aside and tackled Dante to the carpeted floor, as they wrestled on the ground in the living room and with Dante thoroughly enjoying her frustration because it was cute, she tried hitting him but failed, and when she got one hit at him, instead of grunting in pain he laughed. "You big fat rock, get off me ugh," venus muttered, trying to get out of Dantes clutches. "I am not fat, this is pure muscle baby," he said, winking. "Huh as if THAT matters to me," she said, wiggling under Dante to run away. "Oh trust me, darling, you won't be saying that," Da