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Chapter eighteen
My heart pounds against my chest when he prowls towards me.
There's tension in my shoulders like thunderclouds swollen with rain.How does he know?What else does he know?Is he going to kill me?Of course he's going to kill you! The little voice at the back of my head yells."Answer the question Irena." He growls, with each step he takes my soul is being pulled out of my body. I couldn't find the voice even if I were to speak. I was frozen. Shocked. Terrified.This man is crazy and he finds out my darkest secret too easily. I'm nowhere safe around him. He stops right in-front of me, his tall body hovering over mine. I cringe at the smell of blood and death. A scent he carries with pride.Lifting my gaze to his, I instantly regret as I see the anger swimming in his magical pools of gold and emerald. It was beautiful, dangerous and terrifying as I stared into those eyes. Lost in the soul of a demon.If tRelated chapters
The Devils Game Chapter nineteen
The warm water gracefully hugs my body whilst soaking in it, easing the tensed muscles as the steam floats in the air. A thin layer of sweat prickled out of the pores on my forehead, my curly hair damped, sticking to my skin allowing the gentle tears to caress down my cheek. The smell of vanilla and honey lingers in the air urshing me comfort to the distress emotion that is consuming me from the inside out. I've been in that bath for a while now. Lost in thought. Confused, collected, and confronted by Saint. I have allowed myself to show a glimpse of my dark side, show him and share the dark secrets I have promised myself to take to my grave. Not knowing that one day a terrifying man will somehow and somewhat relate to me. What scared me was that he took one good look at me and read me like his favourite book. Word to word, specifying what I have been through, What I have hidden from the world. I don't know how to feel about this. Happy. Ackno
The Devils Game Chapter twenty
I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Fluttering my eyes open, the newborn light instantly blinds me. Groaning in frustration I shut them tight—reopened them and forced myself out of bed. Pushing my hair out of my face I crack my neck, satisfied when I hear the popping sound of my bones. I make my way to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth then splash my face with cold water to wake me fully. Once I'm done doing my business in the bathroom I head downstairs and head straight to the kitchen. I pause in my tracks when I see Irena's back facing me. Her thick curls bounce around as she slightly moves her body to her humming tunes. She's wearing a black lace dress that reaches just above her big ass. Her light brown-toned legs moved back and forth in harmony. Irena turns around and shrieks when she notices me. "Pierdolic!" she yells in polish. I raise a brow, folding my arms in amusement. "Bonjour petite biche." I reply in French and she sc
The Devils Game Chapter twenty one
I can still feel his touch. His breath tickled my skin. His erection pressed against my ass. His words leave hot trails of desire on my flesh. I can feel everything.After what he said in the kitchen I immediately dashed upstairs. It was cowardly of me but I don't trust myself around him. Not anymore.The hatred is still there but it's in war with the lust toward him that keeps growing hungrier and more dangerous every day. A lioness stalking its prey.I don't know how to act, talk or think when I'm around him. Everything is hot and spinning, my body is frozen and my mind is blank.Which is why I will take my cowardliness and use it as a distraction. That two hours later led me to the mall, shopping with Tatiana as three of her bodyguards and two of mine trailed behind us like shadows."Ugh, I'm so happy you called!" Tatiana beamed as we passed people in the busy mall. "Me too. I need a distraction and to get out of the suffocating house
The Devils Game Prologue
I hate my life. I find myself fantasizing about a stranger strolling up and offering to trade lives with me, a deal I'd gladly make. It's not that I'm ungrateful for my family.Don't get me wrong, my family means everything to me. I'd lay down my life for them in a heartbeat. But sometimes I wonder about myself - what do I actually want? Who am I outside of my familial duties? What does my future hold?I'm just a girl from India who pours every last drop of blood, sweat, and tears into keeping her loved ones safe. At 22 years old, I still live with my parents and three brothers. We're not well-off, and it's a daily battle just to put a roof over our heads.I'm the second oldest after my brother Arnav, who's 27. Then there's my second youngest brother Rodas, who's 16, and the baby of the family, little Viraj, who's just 10.It's my daily duty to do whatever it takes to ensure their safety, even if that means sacrificing my own happiness. But still, the thought of a chance to do more,
The Devils Game Chapter one
The air hung thick with the bittersweet scent of mourning as I scanned the somber faces surrounding me. Viktor, the man we all gathered to bid farewell to, had been a shadowy figure in life. Yet in death, he was elevated to saint-like status, as if we mourned the loss of a hero rather than a wretched soul.As I observed the dark parade of mourners, tears streaming down their faces, my own soul stirred with a twisted sense of satisfaction. There was something satisfying in watching a man like Viktor finally pay for his sins. Though no one deserves to die, Viktor's death was different - he had earned every ounce of the slow, painful end I had inflicted upon him.I took solace in the fact that, at least for today, the world had one less monster roaming its shadows.On what should have been a somber and dreary day cloaked in sorrow, the sun was radiant and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue. Nature was alive with the sweet sound of songbirds and the hum of busy bees, as though blatantl
The Devils Game Chapter two
"You don't listen, do you?" As I sink into the plush couch, I intertwine my fingers and lean forward, my restless ear picking up the slow tick of the clock amidst the oppressive stillness. With a quiet chuckle, I lift my frosty gaze to hers, observing the confusion dancing in her vivid blue eyes, yet commending her for keeping her inscrutable poker face intact. In a measured tone, I effortlessly lace my words with a biting sarcasm, "You just ask the same questions every fucking week.""How's your relationship with your brother?" "How's your job?" My words hung in the air like heavy curtains. I leaned back, studying the ceiling with a deep sigh. My fingers danced across my rough stubble as I considered my sentence with careful precision. "Are you having any negative thoughts...?" I trailed off and paused, taking a moment to soak in the weight of my confession. "All I have are negative thoughts."There are moments when existence feels like a draining vortex, suffocating my soul and
The Devils Game Chapter three
"Tatiana, can you help me with my homework!" From the other end of the house, my little brother Viraj hollers for me, setting off a familiar pang of annoyance. I reluctantly grab my backpack, eyeing myself disapprovingly in the battered mirror I've owned for nearly a decade. My fingers linger over the pale blotches on my skin as I let out a defeated sigh, tying up my hair before emerging from my cramped room. "Tatiana!" my brother's high-pitched voice wails. I trudge past Rodas's room and can't help but halt in my tracks. The door creaks as I push it ajar, revealing a slumbering Rodas. I tread closer to his bed only to hit an obstacle - an empties-filled bottle. My suspicions surge as I kneel and peek under his bed, coming face-to-face with dozens of discarded beer bottles.A wave of disappointment crashes down upon me as I take in the sight of the empty bottles strewn across the floor. Hastily, I reach for a blanket to shield the evidence from prying eyes. I'll have to clean up t
The Devils Game Chapter four
My steps become brisk, heart pounding in my chest like a sledgehammer as I catch a glimpse of a sinister shadow tailing me. I shove my trembling hands into my pockets, shuddering as I quicken my pace. I dash leftwards, casting a swift glance over my shoulder to meet the murky abyss, only to find my pursuer vanished into thin air.Pausing for a moment, I draw in a deep breath to quell my racing heart. "It's just your imagination, Tatiana," I whisper confidently, mustering enough courage to suppress the nervousness. Spotting the glowing replica of the pub signage, I scamper towards it, the awareness of being late for my night duty sending shivers down my spine, one final time.Stepping into the pub, my ears are blasted by raucous music and the smell of spilled beer. The roars of drunken men drowning out the giggles of women twerking on them, and the sight of other men eyeing up their next victim. As I move past the mayhem, I catch the disapproving eye of Mr. Bhatt, the bane of my existe
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