Devil Reincarnated

A 25 years old boy named John is suddenly shot by his friend, which results in his death, but is reincarnated again as the new Demon King. Unfortunately, he agains dies in a battle. This time also he is reincarnated but as a human. Follow Vis' adventure as he gets revenge, becomes a demon and makes his own harem.

A devil child who was raised by a devil hunter like a human child. Under the auspices of the devil hunter He finds love, affection, shelter, and knowledge without knowing his true self.

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. He never gave me a second glance. But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire. The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes. That pissed off his favorite mistress. She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.” After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me. He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life. I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me. In my last life, my family forced me to say no. He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process. This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes. But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own. That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all. My monster was back, too.

Tanya, a blind eighteen years old girl, a rare beauty and an extraordinary talented girl, but a blind girl,she had been blind since childbirth, had a fortunate experience one evening, which made her gain her sight back. Just as she was busy thinking she would live a happily ever after life, she got entangled with the devil. The devil who had been rumoured to be the real devil of hell, the king of torture. Just the sight of his appearance can make one feel the feeling of being in heaven and, at the same time, being sucked into the deepest part of earth. What would happen the moment Tanya and Alexander meet? Would Tanya be the one to change the devil's way of life? Would she survive with the devil? What would be their faith together? Read 'DESTINED WITH THE DEVIL' to find out what would happen next.

***WARNING*** This book has a mature content, and it's dedicated for audience above the age of 18 years old. ************** After her heart broke into a thousand pieces came an unexpected change of luck. She decided to change her life, forget about romance and focus on writing a criminal novel. While doing research for her book, she started gazing at the darkness slowly uncovering dangerous secrets. Since she couldn't see the risk, while sitting in her apartment she became more and more daring. Little did she know, that the most dangerous creature was right beside her, an irresistible and incredibly handsome Devil…

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.