Devil In A Suit Novels & Stories

I guess it is the inner happiness that brings shine to the face and I am not even one percent happy with this engagement. As the girl left my room, I turned my head as I felt someone's presence. The devil was standing on the gate. He was wearing a black suit, and there was his infamous sinister smirk plastered on his face. "You are looking tempting," he said stepping towards me. His eyes were filled with nothing else than lust and obsession. I looked down avoiding his gaze that was enough to make me feel insecure. His eyes were making me feel as if I am wearing nothing. It felt like he is scanning my soul through his stares. I have never felt so much uncomfortable with anyone before.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Some girls stole glances at Devon, of course they hoped this guy would ask them out. Devon’s appearance is not bad, this time he wears jeans that match the color of his jeans jacket. But what gives him more value is the BMW car keys that are in hand. The BMW SUV type is indeed the latest release and the paint is still very shiny. Of course this made his appearance look great, and everyone thought Devon had much money on his wallet. “You want to see me? For what, will our meeting be profitable for me?” the woman Devon was calling Asked. Devon was silent and let the woman he called keep on talking. She is Sabrina Collins, ex-wife of Erick Dalton. Both names do have their own story with Nicko.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Once we reach a secluded area where a black tint car park, and few of Hunters men walk around Nico let go of my hand. The door open and out step the devil from the car. He came in his Calvin klein suit and his dark shade. The devil looks hot and sexy but dangerous at the same time. I fiddle my hands nervously as he drew near. And oh boy, I nearly fainted when he stops right in front of me with little space between us. "Who says you can leave?" I furrowed my brows in confusion when he spoke. His body towering over me which made me feel like a dwarf when in fact I'm not.

I swallowed nervously when he unlocked the doors leading to hell. Spotting three devils standing in the middle of the room was not a difficult task. Their substantial figures gave the impression of a smaller space, they were attired in well-fitted suits that appeared to be tailor-made, and there was a victorious expression on their faces. Killian, with his pale blue eyes, diverted his gaze towards my chest, and a mischievous glint could be seen in them. This caused me to tremble, prompting me to shift my weight onto my opposite leg.

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.

"I forgot... you're not too strong for that." "Stop playing games with me." "I never play. You know it. But why would you come to me for something the goddess has refused to open up to you?" The devil circled him once, and stopped to peer into his face. "You want me to snitch on Selene. Are you sure you can handle the truth?" Lucas's chest tightened, rage twisting into fear as he saw the serious look on Lucifer's face. The devil was one to laugh, smile or smirk even at the face of death. But now, he was wearing a deep frown, and Lucas found this strange.