The Joker Devil's Advocate Novels & Stories

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

"What do you think would happen, Matteo?" Finally, a lightbulb flicked on in his brain, and he gave me an ear-to-ear grin. "You fucker! You're the devil in disguise." Licking my lips, I gave him an honest reply. "I am the devil who believes in the ideology of 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.'"

Not only was she now an Elder, she was pushing her luck too far, she had successfully divided the council, some supporting her while others against me. Yet, each time I tried to warn Jennifer about it, she goes on to remind me of Ava, threatening me to tell Ava everything. I still can't believe I was being threatened and I had to fucking deal with the fact that Ava was carrying a devil Alpha. This has never happened in centuries, the ancestors were right…the devil Alpha was a predator on its own, it hunts down things that might threaten it. How am I supposed to kill my own child? I couldn't bring myself to do it but I knew the child had to go.

But then, we never dated, and I am his fiancée, with the baby in my womb. Just in what direction my life is leading me? I was confused and perplexed. "Judging from your reaction, I guess you like this option, too." He teased me more, and it made me roll my eyes. "Stop it. I don't want some pervert to be staring at my naked body all the time." I taunted. The devilish smirk which he had, it disappeared and his facial muscles tensed immediately. "Am I a pervert?" He pointed at himself as he was shocked. I was barely able to suppress my urge to burst into a fit of laughter.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

the jaguar accused the redneck of sabotaging the mission. “Holy moly,” the redneck exclaimed in shock. That was the most bizarre thing he had heard in a long time. “How could you even come up with such a thing?” He went further to defend himself without actually debunking the claim. “Just answer the damn question. Do you feel pity for him?" Jaguar stood accused against the redneck. “Of course, not. I'll never do such a thing.” Redneck vindicated himself. Despite how fluent he sounded, Jaguar still wasn't convinced. It feels like a Déjà vu to him.

He asked. I searched his gaze for courage. But somehow, I couldn’t find it. Luke was right—a month ago, I never knew this man at all, and now I’m defending him as if I’ve known him all my life. People call him The Devil—a vicious, and cold-hearted leader of a mafia family—a family responsible for two thirds of the crimes in our country; the U.R.T would be a safer place to live in and expand businesses without them. And suddenly that devil is a saint?

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!