Una Noche Con El Diablo Novels & Stories

One man. My reflection in the glass looked feral. Desperate. Determined. "This changes everything," I growled, the words scraping raw in my throat. "The cartel isn’t my only war tonight." The rain hammered harder outside, sirens howled in the distance, and the clock kept ticking. Midnight wasn’t just coming. It was charging straight at me. And when it hit, the whole city would bleed. Suddenly, my phone buzzed against the table. Unknown number. Who could it be?

And without turning around, she spoke—her voice low and deadly: “You made me, yes. But don’t forget...” She slowly turned her head, locking eyes with him one last time. “Ci vuole un diavolo più grande per scacciare un altro diavolo. E io sarò il tuo peggior incubo.” (It takes a bigger devil to drive out another devil. And I will be your worst nightmare.) Then she walked out. And this time, she didn’t look back.

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Once I reached further down, Gray grabbed my hand and pulled away. "Katrina, do you trust me?" "Of course I do." Dante pulled away and when he did, he dragged my legs down with him. My brows snapped in a narrow furrow when he straddled my hips and leaned over to small table on the right side to grab something from one of the drawers. When he did, he returned back with two bundles of ropes. My eyes widened as I gulped down the heavy knot that formed in my throat.

“I will,” She cut off the call as I sighed. I was turning twenty next month and my mother still called me every single night to say goodnight and make sure I was alright. My gaze flirted to the underground dungeon. I definitely didn’t want to go back in there. Some more screaming and my eardrums will get busted. Making a final decision I turned around and was about to start walking when I rammed into a mass of muscles. Rubbing my forehead and groaning simultaneously, I raised my gaze and almost wished I hadn’t. Dark brown eyes stared back at me mirroring the shock in my own eyes. It was impossible. This had to be a fucking nightmare haunting me while I was awake. “Holly?” he was the first on

“Bianca...what did you do?” I leaned close, whispering my plan into her ear. She listened, then smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. She nodded once before slipping away. Alone again, I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. My mind burned with one truth. This was my time. And tomorrow night, the devil himself would walk into my cage. And he wouldn’t walk out the same, because only then, would he know the Devil herself..........

Author pov People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us. The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble. The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

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.

Nevena's gaze fell upon the waterfall, its beauty a harsh reminder of the life she longed to live. Consumed by the weight of her diagnosis, Aleksandar's break-up, and her family's abuse, she plunged into the deep water. Meanwhile that same night, In the Private Suite of Celestial Height Hotel Mexico, Room 665 was dimly lit up and loud moans were emanating from there. 'Fuck!, fuck !!,' Antonio "El Diablo" Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' the underboss of Medina crime family cursed. He could feel cum building up in his balls, as he plunged deeper into the Caribbean whore on his bed.