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said the woman happily, seeing the blood begin to swell like a big ball. "You... traitorous bitch, you will be killed by our ancestors! Your death will be very painful!" said one of the elders with hatred towards the person who used to be her sister. "Hahaha, my death? It seems like you'll die first. Don't talk too much, brother. It might be much faster if you just give up, and it won't hurt either!" replied the demon woman with a smile as she watched her former siblings who were about to die. "You really are a demon! Lightning fist,"

"I scream, 'How is that possible?' as I glare at my sister, who is still grinning at me. Her approach is slow, deliberate. Her grin is still plastered on her face. 'Brother, why are you worrying so much?' she says. I take in her appearance: her wild curly hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bright green eyes seem to gleam with a wicked glint, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a sinister smile. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, sweet and cloying. It reminds me of the false promises she's made and the lies she's told. I hear her footsteps echoing in the room, each step sounding like a warning. I can feel the tension in my muscles as she approaches me. My sister's p

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

“It's seems that not only have you refused to listen to my command, but you have also gotten the habit of hitting me whenever you get the chance.” Tanya turned her as slowly as possible, silently praying that it was not who she thought it was, but to her dismay, the devil stood behind her, with her wrist in his tight grip, staring down at her in a menacing way. One thought immediately popped into her head. “I'm dead.” She had completely forgotten about him promising to chop off her fingers if she ate anything without his permission. “Sirrr, urmmm, actually, there's this bad habit I have. I tend to forget things easily, so i forgot about your warning.”

I asked, all humor out of my expression now. "After we argued in Ava's room that day, she had said it to spite me, she told me, my sister is married to the devil himself, and he beats her every night." Nil said, pain written over his beautiful features. "I told her, it's not possible, that my sister wasn't even married, and she laughed and told the whole story over again. Then my memory came back" He continued. "But I still couldn't believe her, then she said, he killed his own mother and brother, so who's my sister, his wife?"

“This girl is like a sister to my sister. That makes her my sister, whether you like it or not. I don’t want to throw you out of the club because you listen to your dick more than your President. Am I clear? Hands off Chaos.” Chaos looked everything except happy, but his anger cooled when Devil told him he would treat the girl like she was his sister. Chaos might be a pervert and an asshole, but he cared about his children. “Fine.” “She is hot though,” Iren said, still hanging in Chaos grip. “Iren shut the fuck up” Devil sighs, the corner of his mouth slightly moving up with amusement. “You might want to tell the brothers that they shouldn’t touch her, they weren’t taking your sister serious

Cold. Arrogant. Beautiful. "Fine." The brothers grinned instantly. Aiden stood from the sofa, towering over the room with terrifying presence. "Let's revisit the past." Thunder cracked outside violently. And somewhere far away. A woman named Isabella Vale had absolutely no idea that the devils she once loved were about to walk back into her life. The devils also have no idea what is actually coming for them.

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.

Encouraging this madness? He glanced over at me, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph, that devilish smirk curling his lips. "Hear that, Jenna? My stepsister whore loves the show. She's dripping just watching you gag on my cock." He rammed deeper, burying himself to the hilt, holding her head flush against his groin until her nose pressed into his trimmed pubes. Jenna's eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sputtered and choked, her throat convulsing around him. "Swallow around it, slut. Relax that tight throat—let me own it like I own Clara's holes."

And now, that the truth stood before me, I understood why—out of all the talented people admired and praised by the people around me—I had only ever despised her. Because she was Valeria. The bane of my existence. The shadow I could never seem to escape. Thinking of that old husband of hers—Mr. Devil— I couldn't help but curse his incompetence. By now, I had expected him to have tortured her within an inch of her life. Yet she was still alive.. Still thriving. How disappointing. If only she would just drop dead. How great would that be. As my thoughts spiraled into chaos, a scene from a TV show I had watched long ago suddenly surfaced in my mind—a girl effortlessly claiming her twin sister’s