Angel Devil Novels & Stories

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

If he had saved me yesterday, I wondered what would have happened to me. “Angel? Trust me, I am no Angel but rather the Devil himself. And with the Devil, always comes a price for every help.” The Stranger said in a chilly voice that made fear strike into my heart. There is something about this man that makes me feel that he is far more dangerous than Mr Agabus. “What do you want?.” I asked him in a calm voice. “To be my wife!..” I heard him say. Although I am not sure if I heard right.

Arin come to his true form, an angel form. Isla is surprised.He couldn't believe it. Does he really see Arin in that form? Or are these dreams? Arin - Isla, this is my true form. I am an angel. Can you love me after this? Isla hugged and kissed Arin. Isla - You are not human and I do not know anything. I only know one thing that I love you very much. Yama was with God so that he could save Arin from punishment. God - Yama, i knew that you will absolutely come to me.

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

It's been a year since she was moved on, I'm glad for her. "Devonce!" I immediately turned around when I heard Dad call my name, I put the picture frame back in its place and walked towards to him. I smiled when I saw him with the old man. I felt awkward, this was the first time Dad introduced me to his employees. "This is Devi, my daughter," Dad smilingly introduced the old man "Devonce, this is Mr. Vergara. Partneredship with our restaurant," My eyebrows slightly raised when I heard that. I thought he was an employee! I just thought. I don't know about that but it looks like Dad thought it was good

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

My eyes were dry, unable to produce tears, and the fire crackled as the only answer. Then the sound of an engine joined. Sharply, I whipped my head around and beheld the devil. A real one. Only a devil would enjoy the bath of flames. Hell, he leaned against his car with a cigarette stuck between his lips. Only a devil would smile while watching me without pity. But with awe. I found myself leaving the ground. Regardless of my fraile bones, I remained on my feet. “Tell me, Angelique.” The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.

Angela's heart raced,she may not know this man enough to detect what he can or can't kill but from the few things she heard about him,he is dangerous enough,so she better not risk it. Still this is unbearable,how can I continue with this…I am not yet in and all this I have seen isn't it a sign to quit now? He is a devil. How could people call this devil Angel?