You Got The Devil In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

Instantly, the traitorous breeze abandoned the intruder running away,while the intruder stood still,gazing at the other half that had been covered forever. The intruder took the liberty,staring intently at the other half of the devil face where a hideous scar sat triumphantly. It seemed like it had been engraved deep,cutting through his left eye down to his coloured pink lips. No one had ever seen his scar,at least lived to tell a tale. An evil smirk, grew on the devil's face,it broadened the more,alerting his intruder of the danger he was in. The devil had one word to say. "Run"

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

When I saw her on stage, shivering in the cold but glaring daggers at her bidders like marking targets, it was a sight to behold. Then she moved her green eyes on me, locking me, marking me. I swear a thousand invisible arrows shoot through me and shake me. She still makes me curious, like she did fifteen years back. A mystery. A puzzle. A walking-talking fire. Nothing changed, you are still the same, piccolo gatto selvatico. “Then why pay five million for her? Last I checked you don't do random charity." He has spread his testing equipment on the table, mixing her blood with some liquids to check what antidote to give her.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

“But what I’m offering you is the future. Power. Revenge. Me. Take it all… or walk away right now and see how far you get.” Oren stood still, the locket, hot in her hand. She was trapped in the castle of the devil who had murdered her mother. And the worst part? A treacherous, broken part of her still wanted him. Even as she burned with rage and fresh hatred.

Tears of sheer, human humiliation leaked from the corners of my eyes, rolling down my temples into my hair. I was trapped. I was listening to my own mouth spout the most filthy, submissive, degrading pleas, begging a man who had just sold me out to a council of warlords. Riven’s golden eyes flared with absolute, victorious triumph. He smiled. A dark, devastating grin that showed the sharp points of his fangs. "Good girl," he growled.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

I shrieked as I was yanked from my hiding spot. He slammed me against a tree, my breath knocked from my lungs. I gasped, trembling beneath his intense gaze. “P-please—” His gun pressed against my temple and he gently slid it down my cheek. I went still. Paralyzed under the stern gaze of his piercing grey eyes and the fear that if I moved, he might blow my brains out. Tears mixed with the rain streamed down my face. I shut my eyes and patiently waited for the final shot, the pain, the end of everything.

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.