Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs Novels & Stories

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!’

Guilty of the crime of absolute stupidity. “Lilac, actually.” The tired-looking one is choking—oh, wait, that’s laughter. It sounds a bit painful and rusty, like a cat coughing up a hairball. Yikes. I’m not sure whether to laugh or call an ambulance. And then I see him again. “The devil speaks,” I announce grandly, because my brain is too drunk to control my mouth. “Go on, satan, confess your crimes to me.” The Tired One wheezes harder, but the devil just smiles— a slow, dangerous curve of lips and lashes.

William said as he slid onto the stool. The bartender nodded before pouring the devil’s liquor into two glasses. “Bottoms up!” he cheered as he ripped the glass from the counter. I chuckled, taking mine and flinging the contents down my throat. It burned its way down, singeing the thoughts of Benjamin and Veronica in that entangled mess. “Another!” William cheered, slamming the glass on the table. I clapped, feeling my fingers tingling with excitement. The entire room was shaking, the lights melting into one another. My stomach bubbled with gas, my head swelling intensely.

he raised up the bottle and turned it into Raymond's mouth making sure all of it went down his throat. The man went over to Grace while the Devil fetched the other bottle of tonic. Grace was cooperative. She didn't struggle with the man. She took the tonic easily. Brad panted from the way the tonic was forced down his throat. "Are you okay?" he asked Grace. Grace nodded weakly. The men released them from the chairs. They both stood up in front of the Devil. "I want you to be on your knees" thee Devil said strictly to both of them. They both went in their knees instantly. The Devil laughed and laughed.

The Alex guy said, but the devil glared at him. "Let her be," he said. I wanted to smack his head with the water bottle but stopped myself. This guy got on my nerves, and I wanted him six feet under the ground. I tried to open it again, but it was hard. "You can do it." He grinned, enjoying my misery. I twisted the lid with full force but gasped when it opened, and the water spilled off the bottle like a fountain. I quickly stepped back and saw where most of the water had landed. Mr. Devil Anderson is now drenched from his chest down on his lap. Karma comes around. I wanted to burst into laughter but hold myself, or I'd find myself six feet under the ground instead of him.

he continued. “Wait who are you?” I asked as I managed to get up from him “You do not know me?” he asked “No, but I can see two horns on your head and a tail wagging behind there, are you the devil” I replied He chuckled as he stood up and said “Is that what you think of me? I’m a devil figure to you, wow okay” he said as I started laughing. “What is so funny” he asked “Well I didn’t know the devil gets hurt when he knows people see him as the devil it is actually funny” I said as I kept laughing and he watched me.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.

“And the world will know that what belongs to the Devil… stays with the Devil.” As he led me out of the cellar, a low, subsonic growl rumbled in his chest. In that moment, I knew the truth. Girard Roux wasn’t human at all. And I was about to enter a cage far more dangerous than this cellar.

“Because if the devil’s really walking again…” He dropped the photo on the floor and crashed it under his boot. “…then hell’s about to open.”