Devil In A Suit Novels & Stories

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.

Her face was dead serious. “Listen to me very carefully,” she whispered, stepping closer. “You need to get the hell out of there while you still have legs to run and a mind that still belongs to you. Those three men are devils wearing expensive suits. They don’t fall in love, they don’t keep pets — they break them. They tear innocent girls like you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing but a hollow, drooling, cøck-addicted wreck begging for their attention.” Her eyes bored into mine.

I felt the air get sucked out of the room. "He is a silent devil in human form," Lena continued. "Dangerous beyond belief. You've barely scratched the surface of who he is, Selene." She looked down at me, her face unreadable. "You might think I’m cruel. But he? He’s cruelty wrapped in charm and dressed in a thousand-dollar suit. He doesn’t do mercy. He doesn’t do forgiveness. And yet... here you are. Still breathing. Still untouched." I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

Nick. I still had trouble saying his name without the bile rising in my throat. A week after Devon had disappeared from my life, the trial happened. The courtroom was packed. Cameras. Reporters. Victims. Officers. Lawyers. And him. He sat there in that stiff gray suit like he was starring in a courtroom drama, like this was just another role he was playing. No remorse. No shame. Just that same twisted grin that haunted my nightmares. He was wearing a tailored suit and a disarming smile, as if he hadn’t destroyed so many lives. As if he hadn’t made hell feel like a tangible place, a better option.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.