Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs Novels & Stories

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.

chapter 2: a deal with the devil Kayla laughed. It was not a nervous laugh or a soft giggle - it was a loud, unstoppable laugh, the type that comes when things around you are just too strange to understand. She grabbed her stomach, shaking her head. "You expect me to believe this? she said between fits of laughter. "You? The devil? And me your avatar? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever -" Before she was done, a loud noise filled the room. The air got hot as fire burst from the person's hand, forming a bright ball of flames. Suddenly, he threw it at her.

“Yeah, but you need those drinks more than me. Congratulations, Daddy of Three.” “Need them? I need a goddamn exorcism,” I bark, throwing my hands up. “Three! Isn’t that like a cursed number? A demonic number? I don’t know, but it’s fucked! Three!” The room explodes again, the sound bouncing around me as I slam the whiskey back. Yeah. Let them laugh. See how funny it is when three tiny devils are screaming at three in the morning.

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.

Upon hearing my laugh, Devin cracks up laughing, his shoulders shaking. I squeeze my thighs together, holding my pee in as best I could, “Oh God, stop, stop laughing. I’m going to pee myself!” I cackle, leaning over and holding onto the wall. Devin chuckles, “Hurry up, then.” He utters between peals of laughter. “Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for my master and one for my dame…” “You’re not singing loud enough. Sing louder. And don’t you dare peek.” I warn with a giggle as I tug my skirt up and peel my underwear down. Devin sings louder, almost shouting.

And he still had the nerve to tell me about orders? Who the hell does Dante even think he is? I let out a bitter scoff before I could stop myself. "He's an asshole," I said bluntly. El Diablo's laugh was immediate...deep, rumbling, and real. The sound startled me. To hear the Devil laugh like that, full of genuine amusement, was… strange. He threw his head back slightly, clearly entertained. I couldn't help but laugh, too, awkward and confused by the moment we were sharing. Who would've thought?

"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.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“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.