You Me And The Devil Makes Three Novels & Stories

Me: Phoebe and I have been sharing a bed forever, you didn't have to go to any trouble. The Devil: The only person you will be sharing a bed with from here on out, is me.

Lucian plotted vengeance like a grandmaster setting pieces into place; Ayla polished the edges, making the plays smarter, deadlier. And word spread. Whispers slithered through the underworld like smoke: the devil had found his flame. Together, they were preparing to turn the world into ash. Marek’s name appeared often in their late-night conversations. Serrano’s, too. Old enemies, old debts. Each one was marked on the board, each one awaiting their reckoning. Lucian’s men began to follow Ayla’s orders without question. Not because she carried his name, but because she had proven herself—again and again, both on the floor and in the field.

My breath caught. It was real. All of it. And tomorrow… I had a date with the devil. Correction—Devils, all three of them.

'And who the fuck is Leone fucking Andreotti?' What a mouth. What a foul mouth. Suddenly, my pants are just too tight. Agent....Thirteen… She has no idea, but she just summoned the fucking devil, and he wants so badly to play with her. Who knew those lips... those dark embers in her eyes would arouse me so much?

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

"You are the reason for all of this. You are ao fucking handsome and I cannot stop thinking about you. I want you.” “You have got to be kidding me,” I scoffed, “Is that supposed to make me feel better? You get married to your wife then you come to me to fuck your brains out?” Before he could answer, the diner's front door chimed with the arrival of new customers. Three men in dark clothing came in, their eyes swept the diner's interior. When their gaze found our booth, I saw recognition flicker across the lead man's features. "Kyren," I said quietly, fear beginning to creep up my spine. I had no idea what I was calling him for.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.