Way Of The Devil Novels & Stories

It didn't travel as fire; it surged forward as a swarm of shadowy, vaporous serpents that hissed and snapped, freezing the mud beneath them into black ice as they targeted Elena. "Elena, down!" Devon roared. Despite the tight linen bandages compressing his cracked ribs, the newly appointed Pack Beta moved with the agile combat style that had kept him alive for three brutal years in the exiles' wasteland. He didn't rely on the frontal assault of Marcus's frame. Devon was a shadow, a fluid weapon. He dropped low into a slide, slipping entirely beneath the trajectory of the vaporous serpents while drawing his newly gifted ceremonial dagger. The dark steel blade caught the sickly green glare of

“I’m helping you get through the cruelty of the world.” “Last time I checked, selling your soul to the devil doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending. I’m scared. I don’t want this anymore. To be you-you-your-your vessel of mercy. I just want a normal life, Devlin. I’m hurting still even after you promised me I’d be happy. You used me, Dustin used me and your father tried to reduce me into a pile of broken bones and ash. I don’t want this.”

"You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways, Smith." And with one last wink, I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. --- Oh. Oh. Oh. That's one hot devil though!

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

"Your parents have passed down the same myth to you that women do not matter much in the Mafia world. I was only correcting what you had learned." "Answer this. Who is the world's best manipulator?" What the hell was with that question? "The Devil." In all of the mythology told, no one did the manipulation like The Devil. He laughed, coming closer to me and bending so we were staring directly into each other's faces. However, his gaze seemed to mostly linger on my lips than any other part of my face. "Smart guess, Chocolate but you're wrong. A woman is the world's best manipulator. Her intelligence can turn a man's strength against him."

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?