Chained Devil Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

The devil strode out to where the car was parked. His men flanked both sides of the car, bowing deeply as they did so. In the queue were 10 motorcycles and five cars. The middle car was for the devil, while the other four were for his minions. The five motorcycles lined in front of the cars were for his trained bodyguards, while the other five at the back of the cars were for the newly trained. They are known as scapegoats. “Is everything ready?” He asked Scorpion, who was limping behind him.

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

Made me understood that father’s game was all over too. Then Madarashi put the dagger on the ground and calmly came and untied me. I was still conscious and unconscious at the same time. But this was the time I got to my senses and witnessed ‘The DEVIL’ for the first time. I looked at his face, he was insanely smiling and then burst into laughter. He looked like a freaking devil at that time. I really freaked out at that time. But suddenly he calmed down and said,

she asked in a whisper. "Everyone calls me the devil but when you do..." Black tears streamed down from Elliot's eyes. It was sudden and completely unexpected. Liam was in shock. The last time a devil cried was when Lucifer shed tears when he was thrown down from heaven and swore to make everyone come to his side. Liam took steps back, his hands shaking. "...I consider dropping my devil crown." The barrier disappeared and Lexa's ten minutes was complete. Lexa's angelic glow was still on her and when Elliot saw this, he dropped to the floor. The devil never cried unless he has truly felt something in all his life that deeply hurt him.

“Our link can not be broken, so easily, you know that Devon, don’t you? I've given you two options already. It's either you work with us, or you fuck off. With or without you, Valerie and I do whatever it takes to break this terrible curse and free our people from bondage. Why won't you just forget about this stupid vendetta? Why not work with us to destroy Gerald together, do you really believe that you can get rid of me so easily?” Maverick asked her teasingly, distracting her from what I was doing. I stood by the corner, chanting some spells the same way my mom did. The language was the same as the one Devon used earlier, but I was chanting a completely different spell and the worst part

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

She responded, "I can't just watch and do nothing." "Yes, you can, or you can choose to pursue the second course of action and go to work. But instead of spying on the cripple, you spy on the hottie and uncover information that the cripple can use to fire the hottie from the company. You and the cripple can then reconcile and live happily ever after," Chelsea explained and clapped for herself. Sarah remained motionless, Chelsea's phrases were laced with a strange mixture of hotties and cripples, confusing her.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.