Truly Devious Series Novels & Stories

She would do anything to show him she might just be as manipulative as he is. Abigail swiped on the answer Icon of her buzzing phone as she forced out a smile when Scarlett appeared on the screen. "That's a fake smile, what's up?" Scarlett asked at once. She was lying on her bed as though about to sleep. She could see through Abigail even from the video call. "I'm fucked, Letty," Abigail whispered; she didn't even expect how teary she sounded. Oh Christ Abigail, are you going to bring your softie into this? She chastised herself while trying to remain on her fake smile while clenching on her fist.

He was so attractive! Groaning, knowing I'd never be more than just his best friend's young daughter, I logged off Facebook and put my laptop away. I put my phone on silent and set it down on the bedside table next to me. I didn't want any distractions while I relaxed before dinner. Maybe I'll watch something, but what? Scrolling through the options in my head; Scream? No. Pretty Little Liars? No... hmm, Salem? YES!! I loved Salem, it was so dark but at the same time AMAZING!... and quite s*xual.

said Regi who acted as if she didn't know anything. Whereas in reality Regi even knew many things, from the start. Everything that the woman experienced was more than enough to use all of them. From smallest to largest. When he came out, Regi was back in his original clothes. Anyone curious about what Miss Feby did to Regi, Jenny and Jeremy? Well all will be explained below. First the secretary pretended to nudge the dough Jenny was making and the meat Regi was cleaning. Two steps in one fell swoop. It requires a lot of calculations so that besides being caught but also right on target.

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?

Is he after someone? "Cole Falaguerra..." I whispered to myself. Looking at his picture, I can't help but remember someone who looks just like him. I don't know where I saw that person, though. All I know is that he's not the real 'Vanisher'. He's an impostor. “You know,” I muttered to myself, skimming through the pages like I’m really having a conversation with a different person. “for a guy who claims to be a notorious serial killer, your record’s pretty tame.”

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

Then narrowing. “You look so—” the woman pointed at Ayra, frowning slightly. “You really look like someone I saw online a few months ago. The scandal stuff with Leo—Leo Devine, I think? That scandal thing, you know. You remember?” Ayra’s breath froze. Her hand gripped the cloth handles of her shopping bag tightly, enough to make her knuckles blanch. “I get that a lot,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that felt stretched and awkward. “But no, sorry. Not me.”

I quickly threw a robe over Isabella and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Belle! We have to move! Now!" "They found us..." Isabella whispered, terrified. I looked at her, my face set in stone. "They made a mistake coming here today. Because today... they will meet the real Devil." (To be continued...)

"Mmm, hep me..." Her attempts to scream were muffled by the ball in her mouth, and when she made to struggle against the chains, her legs were suddenly spread apart. "I was hoping you would do that, you know." That voice... Even in her drowsy state, she would recognize it as much as she knew her own skin. The deep husky voice which had lured her into the web of deception and used her for its own gain. Like a dark fallen angel, Mikhail Volkov stepped out of the shadows, bathed in the glow of the dim indigo lighting.

Dev let out a short, hollow, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down her spine. "You know what?" he paused, his gaze raking over her with open disgust. "For one split second down in that hall, I actually thought you might be innocent." Divya stared at him, struck dumb. "But then I saw you," Dev continued mercilessly. "Standing downstairs. Flirting shamelessly with another man." Divya's jaw dropped. "What?!" "I saw you with my own eyes." "That wasn't—" "Don't," he commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a blade.