Truly Devious Age Rating Novels & Stories

I will squash anyone who gets in the way of my success. After a few minutes of brainstorming, I came to the conclusion that in order for my plan to work, I'll need to get some dirt on her. This won't be difficult at all as along with having a drama channel, I have a natural born talent of finding people's nasty secrets! I began to smile at myself, "Im such a genius" such compliments began circulating in my mind. I was as excited to carry out my plan as a 5 year old getting some candy. Olivia's pov:

His eyes darkened, assessing and calculating. “You’re bold,” He said finally. “And…interesting. I think…we could make that work.” My chest tightened. I had just proposed a dirty deal. And the devil.…agreed.

Made me remember that was version of life where people didn’t lie about everything, where trust wasn’t a weapon, where friendship didn’t require three layers of false identity. Me: Can’t tomorrow. Soon though? Miss you. Katya: You're always busy. What are you, a spy? If only Katya knew how close to the truth that joke was. I set the phone aside and returned to my laptop. I had work to do. The con with Alexei required perfect execution. One slip, one inconsistency in my story, and the whole thing could collapse. No, I don’t want that to fucking happen.

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.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.