Cavetown Devil Town Novels & Stories

Luca stood behind him awkwardly until Kain patted the seat beside him. “Sit, puppy.” Luca sat. Almost instantly, glasses were poured. Expensive bottles appeared, whiskey sloshing into crystal tumblers, the men leaning forward with all the enthusiasm of desperate actors. “To the Devil,” said the man in the fox mask, raising his drink. “To the Devil,” the others echoed. Kain raised nothing. He just watched them. His stillness was a language of its own. “Now,” Kain said finally, voice quiet enough that everyone leaned closer to hear. “Where are my goods?”

Not this time. The drive through the southern streets is silent. The air still smells of smoke, and every turn reminds me of the fire earlier—the screams, the collapsing steel, Luca’s blood on my hands. Rage sharpens my focus. Mercy is a weakness I can’t afford anymore. The abandoned communications hub stands on the edge of the old industrial zone. A relic from my father’s time—long unused, long forgotten. Or so I thought. Inside, dust hangs thick in the air, swirling through the faint beam of my flashlight. The place smells of metal, old paper, and burnt wires. I move carefully, scanning every surface.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

The devil’s proposal was the direct opposite of anything I’d ever expected. I was faced with the worst type of proposal a lady could think of. And it came from the worst person. His casual voice was still resounding in my head as we left the airport and got into waiting cars. I was more than grateful that the devil took the front seat this time. I didn’t trust myself not to try pleading with him in tears. His tauntings might drive me crazy. I needed space from him to sort my feelings out. I didn’t need anyone to tell me when we arrived at the devil’s residence. Although the quaint mansion didn’t come into view for a while after we passed the low gate, the armed guys that greeted him at diffe

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

"Well, we definitely know something's going on there, but what? Is it drugs, human trafficking, what? There isn't anyone here that sends up a red flag, and we've looked into the towns around us. There's some potential there but nothing we can pin down. I say we set up some sort of surveillance out there and see what we get." "I like that idea Ty, I don't want anything fucking up our little paradise here." Devon was the youngest by a year. Of all of us, he must've had the best childhood until he was fourteen and his parents got killed in a car crash. Then shit went to hell fast when he ended up with a drunken uncle who liked talking with his fists.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.