The Orville Sympathy For The Devil の小説・ストーリー

"Deal Or Deal?" Carl says smirking, leaning to Mia who's eyes widened "You're a devil" She whispers with tears rolling out of her eyes, Carl took his hand to her cheeks, rubbing her jaw softly before he harshly grips it "Wrong Carinõ" "I am The Devil" He says and with no warning, he plunged into her hard, Mia screams as she arched her back, the knife behind her piercing her immediately, Blood trickling down, Carl sees this and smiles

“I need a mortal assistant. The rewards for your service will be great- I can give you anything you desire. Just say the word, Callie. Promise to serve me.” The gravity of the situation hit me full on like an asteroid. I felt the blood drain from my cheeks as I stared out across the thinning countryside, giving way to suburbs. Against my will or not, I'd made a pact with the Devil- “No, I'm not. I'm much worse.”

“I am happy to be in love with a Devil!” THE END!!

Mercy replied with a smile, I guess Devil has convinced her without apologizing, he turned to me with a smug smile showing how he changed the situation without apologizing and I gave him an eye roll. "So how about we play cards like old times?" the devil proposed and Mercy agreed, that's one thing that holds them together, I suck at it. I declined and just watched them play and how happy it made Mercy and a bit of me hope it doesn't make her fall for devil again.

Zarun helped Aarav to make those idiots busy with him at work so He can Meet Oorvi. In class Oorvi is staring at the wall in front of her. She is thinking about her life that has become more trashy than it was before. Manav is planning to get her married to Romil as soon as possible. She wants to do nothing with Romil; marrying him is like signing her life with the devil himself. But little did she know that The real Devil is in love with her madly and is ready to trap her in his hell that only she can turn in heaven and turn the devil in an angel only for her.

He reluctantly waved his hand and when he got to know about the deal between them, he was too stunned to speak at first but got his senses soon and congratulated them. I hope this will be the beginning of a new chapter for them. Samuel has been alone for a long time and Delilah, although she acts... no she used to act all haughty and arrogant but she had her own reasons. Society made her to be this way. It wasn't her fault but the drastic change which I have witnessed in her for the past few months, it is quite evident. Just meeting the right person has changed her life as a whole. We walked away from them and let them enjoy some time to themselves. But then when Ryan turned to look at me, "

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

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.