The Joker Devil's Advocate Novels & Stories

My plan was to get the job and keep my profile as low as possible. The man who I once knew seven years ago wasn't a billionaire. The man wasn't a CEO. He was just Luca, a boy from the other side, a scholarship student with a short fuse and bleeding heart for me. He had promised me eternity. And I broke him with a lie. “Then tell Vance to fire the incompetent who made the mistake on the decimal point in our Q3 projections,” Luca told him, his tone soft yet deadly. “I do not pay for incompetence.”

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

As if everything just beginning to be so funny as it seemed? “Raj, the last of the list Alpha of the Alarkin World,” the Devil said so low and slowly, yet it came with strange effect that numbed Raj scalped. Chills goes down his spine, mouth hung open and eyes widened. Especially when the Devil added, “I never thought you were able to reject your mate once, then there's a foolishness of yours to think she will never be a part of the plan. The long search...just the step closer of the bloody end!” Raj felt something was amass, his forehead crest in confussion yet his grudge only deepened. This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse.

LEVITICUS DRAKOVIC RHODES. And the devil fell from the sky, tainting the hearts of men and the souls of the pure. What a crock of bullshit but I tell you, every man, every woman in this little town of joy thinks it. I am the devil. My brothers and I are the devils. We dare their sons to jump off the ledge, we tempt their daughters to do ‘bad things’, we bribe the sheriff to look the other way and we have the mayor on our payroll jumping as high as we can ask him to.

Joker POV **Contains scenes similar to last chapters** He’s limp now, barely fightin’ back, but I’m not done. Not yet. I grab his ankles, yankin’ him up with ease, his body danglin’ over the edge of the balcony, his face pale and bloodied. “Fall, little devil,” I laugh, my voice ringin’ out into the night. “Fall into the fiery pit of hell.”

She laughed manically "My darling, I am reason, I am intelligence and critical thought. I stand against the dogma of God; I stand for the exploration of new ideas and new perspectives in the pursuit of truth”. She smiled again even wider then before, which showed an inhuman trait. The devil is evil; he will try and trick me

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

She justified. Axel’s gaze averted to the guy standing beside the driver. “Leave us.” “Okay boss.” Without restraint, the guy walked away. Axel took the gun from Rebecca and his dark gaze moved around it. “Do you think he’ll hesitate to kill you if roles were switched?” “I…” “If you can’t hurt someone who betrayed you, then maybe you shouldn’t be in this dark world after all.” He went back to being cold, and from his tone, she could tell he was angry.

" The detective leaned forward over the table, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Cut the crap. We know you've done jobs for the Wendells. They call, you answer. So, tell me - what was the job this time? What did they want with the girl?” Marcus let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You got the wrong guy. I wasn't working for the Wendells this time." "That's a convenient story," the detective shot back. “It’s the truth,” Marcus replied. "I AM a mercenary after all." Lucian’s eyes remained fixed on the room. Marcus was too calm, too practiced. He’d been through this before and knew how to play the game. The detective changed tactics, his tone softening. “Look, Marcus, you’re not new to thi

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”