Truly Devious Series Order Novels & Stories

“Whoever did this will pay.” Outside, the first light of morning broke across the horizon — soft, deceptive, serene. But beneath that calm, the storm was already gathering. In the capital, whispers spread that Adrian had threatened the Queen. In the palace, Indira smiled faintly as she sipped her morning tea, already plotting the next move. And in the quiet chambers of Adrian’s castle, Isabelle dreamt restlessly, of fire, of blood, of a crown shattering into pieces. The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

Lionel exhaled sharply. "That bastard." But Devon wasn't finished. And somehow that frightened Estella more. His fingers tightened around the file. "The second name..." The hesitation made everyone look at him. Aizen felt something cold crawl up his spine. Devon lowered the paper onto the table. "The second name is Charles Noir Deveraux." The room froze. Completely. Utterly. Frozen. Aizen didn't move. For several seconds, he simply stared. Unable to process what he'd heard.

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,

To lure her out to the isolated woods where it would be much easier to kill her without any witnesses around to see what happened or ask uncomfortable questions later? Different types of dark, paranoid thoughts began running through her mind like poison spreading slowly through her veins, each one more disturbing than the last. The more she carefully considered and analyzed the events of the evening, replaying every detail in her memory, the less sense any of it made—unless Malakar had been the one orchestrating the entire deadly scenario from start to finish.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

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!”

“Then maybe it’s time we turn the game around. If they’re tapping you, we can use that to lure them out.” --- Deviana swallowed hard. “You’re serious? That’s like inviting death.” “Yes. But at least then, we’ll know who’s really pulling the strings.” Silence filled the small room. The ticking of the wall clock seemed louder than ever. At last, Deviana nodded slowly. “Alright. If this is the only way… I’ll do it. But Dimas, promise me one thing.” “What is it?” “If I disappear… make sure the truth still comes out.” l

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

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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?”