Truly Devious Book Novels & Stories

The sirens didn't just wail they tore through the Tuscan silence like a serrated blade. Cali didn't flinch. She felt a cold, grumpy electricity surge through her veins, a sharp contrast to the suffocating weight of the archives. She looked at the pearl-handled derringer in her hand a small, elegant toy against the high-caliber reality of a Valenti hit squad and then she looked at Devi. Devi was already moving. The understanding husband had vanished, replaced by the ruthless predator who had survived her father’s cellar. He reached into the hollowed-out spine of a massive leather-bound ledger on the shelf and pulled out a submachine gun, the matte-black metal looking like an extension of his

"I used to believe the act too, you know? I thought she was at the most loving mother figure. But when I got to know her true character and, watching her go to such lengths to deceive everyone, it's beyond cruel." Susan stopped pacing and sat beside Luna, the frustration still etched on her face. "I felt this rage, Luna. I wanted to strangle her right there. The nerve to plan something so heinous and then pretend to be a loving mother! It's a whole new level of evil, she should have gotten a PhD in acting."

I opened the door, seeing Althaia had changed her clothes and was sitting on the bed with her sketchbook. “How’s my curious little psychopath?” I teased and sat on the bed in front of her. Her cheeks started to flush when she gave an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have been here all the time.” “Sure you have.” I chuckled and grabbed her waist. I had her straddle me as I continued to give her a teasing look. “Have I not said you would be one terrible spy?” “You really are The Devil! How did you know?”

She swiftly turned away. . . . Can she make this contractual relationship into real?? Can she close the distance between them? Or will come to a dead end like the others? Find out more in this thrilling journey of the devil in disguise.

And I was fine with that, because it was better to be unwanted than to be trapped. Caterina wiped her face and groaned. “Why couldn’t I have been promised to someone normal? Not the Moretti twins. Everyone calls them devils for a reason. One of them is supposed to be cold hearted, the other… God, they say he’s worse,” She shuddered like she just imagined something terrible. “I’m going to end up buried in their cellar, aren’t I?” I crossed my arms. “You don’t know that.” “All done. I’m going to check up on the event planners now. Don’t get any ideas, Caterina. Be downstairs in five minutes.” I scolded, not wanting to get punished again for her actions.

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."

Collins POV: Wanting to be so close to this girl is like a Monkey wanting to climb a banana tree, I honestly don't know what attracts me to her but I'm attracted and it's annoying. I've gone through all the occurrences I've had with her in my head and all I can say is I'm a fool. I never planned for me to be sexual towards her, I'm a Fuck boy, yes I know but not towards my employees. "Hey man" I turned around to see Ben my best friend walking towards my bar

The warmth of the sun's embrace seemed to whisper promises of a new day, a fresh start. I stretched beneath the cozy duvet, savoring the serenity accompanying those precious moments between slumber and wakefulness. I was tired and I felt like going back to sleep, but The velvet pleasures won’t manage itself. Russo put me in charge for a reason and I won’t disappoint him. My senses slowly returned, I felt something that sent a shock of alarm coursing through me. A presence in the room, an unseen observer. My heart pounded, and I carefully opened my eyes, pretending to remain asleep, hoping to glimpse the intruder without revealing my awareness.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell. That beauty made him infinitely more dangerous, because it was so easy to forget what kind of monster lurked beneath that perfect exterior. "Are you planning on standing there forever, little wife?" Malakar asked without looking up from his scroll, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. The question jolted her back to the present moment. "You never gave me permission to approach you, your highness," she replied, proud that her voice came out st