Anzai Devils Line Novels & Stories

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

Gulping it down in one swift motion, he turned to face me and pierced me with his icy stare. As he filled his glass with the fiery, amber liquid, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. Heavenly Father I silently prayed, please shield me from whatever wrath is about to be unleashed. As I retreat a couple of paces, my spine connects with the shelf behind me, creating a dull thud. Anatol, however, seems unfazed by my stumble as he remains rooted, his keen gaze fixed on mine, his drink in hand, and his left hand comfortably nestled in his pocket.

Anna declared and received a grin. Meanwhile, Monica perched herself in a crouch upon the ledge, taking one look at the surroundings before her. It now seemed this game festival brought more harm than good. They'd managed to keep everyone away from the building and engaged them in archery, sword fighting or any other bloody thing. But now, she had to get through them to the gates without being seen. Well hell was easier to freeze over. Speaking of bad luck, Philip's guards had emerged from the base of the building, successfully attracting attention from all sides.

Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break you, clip your wings and cage you. And you will cry and only cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time" ~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST), is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature 'DEVIL' of God who he doesn't believe in 'FORGET AND FORGIVE' "I'm good but not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL. ~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.

SWISSSHHHHHH "Four element fist, azure dragon fist! Die, you bastard!" "You bastard, you want to attack me again, no! Devil's fist swallows the world," BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

Chapter 6: The Kiss That Broke The Devil Lucian Devlin stood in the marble-tiled hallway, his silhouette commanding beneath the golden chandelier’s glow. He was carved from perfection, tall and devastating in a tailored black suit that clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist like it had been stitched directly onto his body. Crisp white shirt, black tie, polished leather shoes. Immaculate. Effortless. Dangerous.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW “We are so fucked,” Austin murmured under his breathe the moment he spotted Finn on the balcony. The Devil’s eyes burned blood-red while they were fixed on Vivica’s retreating back as she vanished from the chamber. They had foolishly assumed that if she couldn’t get close to the Alpha, she would be powerless. How wrong they had been. Her path to revenge was nothing like they had imagined, just like her true reason for appearing before the Council today. She hadn’t come for the trial. She had come to declare loud and clear that the game had only just begun.