Truly Devious Series Novels & Stories

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

Catie’s farewell to the household staff she had grown close to was filled with deep sadness. They had treated her well, and leaving them wasn’t easy. She went straight to the hospital afterward so her father could finally get some rest. She spent the entire day watching television, mostly dramas. She found herself relating too much to the shows, and strangely, she kept seeing Fabien in the lead actor of an old series, Innocenti de Ti. The actor didn’t even look like him, but somehow, it felt like Fabien’s face was plastered in every corner of the room.

The hall buzzes with chatter, laughter, footsteps against tile. Then I see them. Bianca Deveraux and her trio of perfectly groomed shadows. They appear like they’ve been waiting for me, their glossy hair swinging, lips painted in sharp shades of red and pink. They don’t say a word, just stop and smirk when they notice me. I keep walking, ignoring the twist in my stomach. They may be beautiful, but poison often comes in pretty bottles.

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

I yanked my sleeve free, brushing off nonexistent dust with disgust, and shot him a cold look. "Daniel, you didn’t love me. You’re only regretful now because you’ve lost everything. Don’t pretend this is about love. Your little performance is just pathetic." Without another word, I turned and walked toward the Maybach waiting for me at the curb. To my surprise, Daniel started shouting insults. "Well, well, Yuna Jones, looks like you've already found yourself a sugar daddy! No wonder you suddenly became the CEO of Starlight Technologies! Driving such an expensive car. I bet your ‘sponsor’ has no idea you’re just someone else’s castoff!”

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of

Does the castle have any historic fountains, gardens, or anything? Dev maintained his poker face, trying not to look at her. “I have a conflict on the very second day of the crown prince’s bride,” it exhausted Akshara in convincing him, “Devil... Tell me, what do I do to make you smile?” Dev tricked her with his words. “You can’t do that, even if I tell you.” “How did you underestimate me?” Akshara easily fell into his trap, easily provoked by his deceptive words, “I can do whatever you asked me to do.”Humans are more possible doers than they appear. “

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 saw one fifty two minutes ago. I don't know what to think. My step-father has committed a lot of atrocities, but none, have haunted me quite like him shamelessly revealing the evidence of his arousal to me. I don't want to think too much about it, but my mind doesn't want to stop manufacturing questions I know I do not want to hear the answers to. If only he'd said a word. Just one word. It is said that the Devil is the master of deceit, that he is most adroit at weaving up illusions of false pleasure and decadence that conceal utter apparition. That is how he traps many souls without them even knowing it.