You Me Devil Makes Three の小説・ストーリー

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.

“Yeah, but you need those drinks more than me. Congratulations, Daddy of Three.” “Need them? I need a goddamn exorcism,” I bark, throwing my hands up. “Three! Isn’t that like a cursed number? A demonic number? I don’t know, but it’s fucked! Three!” The room explodes again, the sound bouncing around me as I slam the whiskey back. Yeah. Let them laugh. See how funny it is when three tiny devils are screaming at three in the morning.

All her emotions should be for me and only me. "I AM THE DEVIL" . . .

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“That will not happen?” “Well, I am Dante Moretti and whatever I say is final.” I averted my gaze from him as tears began to build up in my eyes. What will happen to my life? What about Salvatore, will I ever get to see him again? I was going to be working for my enemy, that was the worst that could ever happen. Suddenly the door opened and two strange men walked in. Dante gestured to me as his attention was directed to the men. “Have her changed, she belongs to me now and would work for me.”

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

One evening, after he left a stack of scrambled communications on her desk, Ayra cracked the cipher in twenty minutes and left a clean translation with a note that simply read: “You’ll have to make it harder next time.” Lucian’s reply was a smirk over his teacup the following morning. “I did,” he said. “It’s waiting for you.” She was still smiling hours later. --- The intelligence sessions came next. “This is an information map,” Lucian explained, drawing circles and names across the parchment. “Every person has three versions: who they are, who people think they are, and who they’re trying to be.” Ayra leaned closer, following his strokes.