Ahs Devil's Night Novels & Stories

Cheques flew all around the room, everyone signing up for a piece of the pie. The hookers of Pandemonium enjoyed watching this night the most. They knew that by the time the Angels were done, it would truly be demon time. All of the original Angels finished presenting, and groans of protest filled the room because they thought it was over. The devil slid into the room then after closing a deal, and sat next to Lev. “Your girls are killing it tonight!” Lev, inching closer to a drunken state, screamed into his face. His hot breath of alcohol made Luca wheeze and recline back.

Alex was the God of weaponry in the underworld, every other clan relied on them for equipments so you could imagine how much security he must have put in here only to be robbed clean in one night. “ You look tired,” Caspian said after the silence had stretched for a while. “ Did you get some sleep?” Was it really that obvious? I thought I did a great job with the makeup? “ I'm fine,” I managed, wearing a weak smile. “ You had nightmares didn't you?” I remained silent, almost embarrassed. “ You're not that good at lying you know…” “ Okay, so I didn't sleep, so what?” “ I'm not mocking you or anything, I'm just pointing out a fact.” He shrugged, walking ahead of me. I sped as I tried to catch

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

His chest was broad, sculpted, covered in a pattern of dark tattoos I had never seen before, tribal markings that seemed to move in the moonlight. And on his left pec, over his heart, was a scar. A long, jagged scar that looked like it had been made by claws. I stared at it. He caught me looking. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep. I looked away, my face burning. "I was thirsty." "There's water in your room." "I needed to move. I couldn't sleep." "Nightmares?" he asked, stepping into the kitchen. His bare feet crunched on the broken glass. He didn't flinch. "Welcome to my world."

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

ALPHA TAHIRA CHAPTER 87 AIDEN'S POV This wasn't just strange but scary and bizarre. It's better to know and see the devil attacking you than not having a clue of what's consuming you, no it's that bad. No trace of attack or bites, just dead. "When did this happen?" I asked Asher. "Last night, my Prince." He replied, bowing down slightly. This happened a day after we raided the flower hills pack. What the hell is going on?

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

, A man's voice tore the silence of the night, he was staring passionately at Aashman and then kissed Aashmaan's red cheeks. Aashmaan was unaware of the fact and the situation that her cover was already blown away and she was already caught by the Devil. Currently, inhaling each other's scent, both Devil and Angel drifted off into deep slumber. .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️