16 Devil Novels & Stories

I made a deal with the devil….. He appears in a rush of heat and smoke, towering, obsidian-skinned, horns curling like black ivory. Wings folded against his back. Golden eyes fixed on me with predatory amusement. And between his thighs… six cocks. Six thick, ridged, barbed demonic cocks rising in a perfect fan, each one pulsing, already dripping with dark precum. He steps closer, voice like velvet over gravel. “You want it all, little starlet,” he says, not a question. “Richest actress in the world. Every role yours. Red carpets, magazine covers, awards lined up on your shelf. Billion-dollar franchises begging for your name.”

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

“I expected—hoped—that I would die during this war, but thanks to you, I’ll survive. Maybe I’ll even live a long life, but . . . it’s not enough. You aren’t going to hold on to a weak senile old man fifty years from now. Even you try I will die eventually. I know you see powerful Adom, you can kill all angels with flick of your finger but you don't have a power to hold me, one day I will dead Adom and you can't do anything ” Win finished speaking, but Adom was only seeing red. Behind him a glass shattered as the Devil jaw twitched in anger. He moved swiftly, body contorting unnaturally as he came to lean over Win, his hand coming up to squeeze the angel chin in a mockery of their former inti

It's our last day here. I'm almost reluctant to leave but I need to get back and see if the guys have been good. With Salazar around, there's nothing to worry about but once in a while, one of them thinks they can outsmart me by stealing or going to the cops. And I enjoy showing them why I was dubbed the she-devil. Fuck, I miss the scent of blood and the screams that come along with it. How many days has it been since I last had my pound of flesh?

He said, “Okay. Let’s have breakfast and then, I’ll have you for dessert.” Freya: “...” Inner Devil: ‘Now this is what I’m talking about!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s not hungry, he’s starving. You’re the five-course meal, and he’s got no utensils.’ The devils laughed together before more remarks came. Inner Devil: ‘Your uterus better clock in. Overtime shift coming!’ Inner Devil 1: ‘Cancel your plans. You’re not walking straight till Friday!’

I soon realized I was in a jail cell with Akari and 5 others from the Village. " What... What happened?" I asked as I held my head. " What you saw earlier was the Devil's illusions. It has a huge impact on humans since these illusions were meant for half Beast called Versions. " " Versions?" " I'm not sure what or who they are but it's all those devils talk about." " Devils? How many are there?" " We only saw 3 so far. The illusion devil and the blindfolded devil seem like they are on duty here. The other one I haven't seen but we could hear him from here. He sounds like a general that gives orders from the higher up and checks on things here."

Oh, fuck me! Crazy me to think even the Devil has a bio on the internet. I searched for every information I needed and I couldn't find any reasonable answer to them. All I could see were comics pictures of what resembled the devil and the majority which were that of animation. I couldn't even find where it was said that the devil did have a son and not even a picture of my cousin could be seen here. Now I see, the internet really needs to be upgraded. I was still surfing through the internet, I dozed off.

For him there is nothing sincere, let alone love, there is only playing and having fun. Then what is even more disgusting is that he is also a chameleon who can transform into anything. If you get a target that is fairly difficult then he will transform into someone else. It depends on the personality of the person being targeted. So don't be surprised if he can act like an innocent person. Sometimes Gerand thought his younger cousin was more suited to be an actor than a CEO. That's right, Deny Felixa is also a CEO just like him. His attitude was unstoppable. Deny was even more of a jerk than Gerand Yosefa in that disguise.

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.