Truly Devious Series Book 6 Novels & Stories

Fear slowly crept into her heart, overpowering her pride. "A-Alright! Let me go!" Devia stammered, her eyes darting nervously toward Camelia's hand still gripping her collar. Camelia shoved Devia backward, sending her collapsing onto the plush sofa before standing over her with her arms folded across her chest, silently waiting for an answer. With trembling hands, Devia straightened her rumpled bathrobe before finally lifting her head, her eyes burning with resentment. "Vivian... Vivian was the one who told me to send you into a random man's bed! She gave me the drug and ordered me to book Room 404!"

For as long as she’d let him be. Let it be forever. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Ice and Vixen’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Moon’ (The Road Devils MC #6), Cole and Nala’s story, is the next book in the series and it will be published here on GoodNovel very soon. If you would like to know when it's published, please check on my website for updates: www.marysoljamesromance.com

I was Damien Devereaux, and no one—not even Roana—could make me back down. A sudden, burning need to act surged through me. My mind flashed with every possible response, every threat, every move I could make. But first—first I needed to get a hold of myself. I wasn’t going to allow his games to control me. Not like this. “Dispose of them,” I ordered, my voice coming out a little sharper than intended. Alvin nodded without hesitation, though his eyes were still haunted by the brutal sight. He knew better than to question me, especially when I was like this. But I could see the doubt in his eyes, the question hanging there—what was next?

"If all of this was just a game to catch my attention... congratulations, you've got it. The moment I have you, the moment I take you raw and leave you breathless, I'll finally flush you out of my head. Name your price, and let's end this game once and for all." With that chilling rationalization forming a shield around his wounded pride, he reached for his phone. He dialed his private intelligence division, ordering them to dig up every single piece of background information on the mystery woman. Following that, he barked an order to his personal assistant, demanding the complete guest registry, staff logs, and interview records from the hotel where their paths had first crossed. A slow, de

The man looked back at him. “I’ll make this simple.” “Hand over Subject Three.” “And I walk away.” “No.” The answer came without hesitation. The stranger sighed. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He slowly raised one gloved hand. Every masked attacker lifted their weapons at once. The air itself seemed to freeze. Then the stranger spoke six words that made Damien’s blood run cold. “Bring me the Devereaux girl alive.” The stranger’s command echoed through the storm. “Bring me the Devereaux girl alive.”

Hola! Welcome to chapter 6 of A deal with the Devil! Don't be a silent reader! Chapter 6 - It tastes better off you. ~~~ Blackmailer- 'On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need.' I bit my lip from smiling like a crazy obsessed cat because the Math sir was looking straight at my desk from above his thick black glasses. The second his inquisitive eyes shifted, I typed a reply.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

I said in a rather shaky tone, trying to convince him to take me serious as opposed to the joker he took me as. “I like how you speak to me like a child without wisdom. You’re so shameless that you even had the guts to come all the way to spill trash to me. What are you made of May? Who’s selling you this audacity? You were caught in bed with a strange guy and you still dare deny it? Don’t you have a conscience you slut?” He kept questioning me while I just stared at the picture frames on the wall.

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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.