Novel & Cerita Craft Stories I Wrote For The Devil

“Weird how?” “Ranting about an urban legend,” he said, rubbing his temple. Faith’s voice softened. “What legend?” He hesitated, glance flicking between his dad, the officer, and Faith. “I’d be wasting your time.” “You wouldn’t,” Elsie said gently. “I’ve heard worse.” He exhaled. “They called it the devil’s mirror. Said it was here—some ancient relic that traps souls… or opens doorways. They were drunk. Sounded like a ghost story.”

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

That much I believed. Yet, when I crawled into bed that night, stupid tears tracked down my cheeks. For one weak, reckless moment, I let myself imagine him as something human. A man, not a monster. A man tall, broad, ink-painted and charming, who wanted me as fiercely as he did but without the evil that came with him. It would've been the best kind of love story. But it wasn't mine. Mine was bound to the devil himself. And devils don't do love stories.

he slid his hand down her moving lips as she pleaded to him. Ignoring her pleas and struggle, he started wrapping his hand around her braid," You know there are three things the devil is known for," he stated casually. She listened to him cluelessly with tears running down her eyes. He tugged harshly at her braid, forcing her head to tilt up as she whimpered in pain. "It's Death, Chaos, and Possessiveness," his answer felt like a sheath of ice crusting over her skin. "And you know what happens when a devil gets possessive?" he shot another question nonchalantly.

not like some devil who teases me always thinking about devil here he comes I thought he will shout on her strangely he supported her later he praised her for coffee woah what exactly happening to this devil hey God did you listened to my prayers after all these years thank you god for showing a way for me atleast now this devil changes ♡SRISTE POV♡ I got ready early but due to mari we all became late whatever we reached to office by that time he didn't arrived yet I went to top floor one girl said he asked me to wait in his cabin I'm waiting for him by that time only I seen a fish I'm talking to it when I seen they're behind another man also with him the girl who sent me inside was lying th

I’m so happy, but I never expected or imagined them to share their limits in front of me, I never wrote something this deep, something this detailed, I never tried something like this, but the way Devil been talking about, it’s not something I tried before, not with her, I wasn’t ready back then, and right now that I’m not a virgin anymore, I only had a night with Nikolai, but that night was mostly filled with fluff, he called me queen of fluff. But the way she wants to do things, the things she want to try, it got me interested really, I want to see, or maybe try, after they were done with talking, after I took all the ideas for my story, I was bored, I wanted to cuddle with them both, they

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.

And for the child she carries—his child—Lucian lives on, not as a shadow, but as a light that will guide generations. Perhaps one day, when that child rises, the world will not whisper of Lucian D’Argento the Devil… but of Lucian, the man who loved so fiercely that even death could not claim him. To every soul who walked this road—thank you. For every page you turned, every tear you shed, every heartbeat you lent to this story… you now carry Lucian and Ayla’s love within you, too. This is not the end. This is remembrance. This is forever.

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,

And then an unfamiliar house swims to the forefront, a large, boxy building sagging toward the mire on the same foundation as the one I had built. These thoughts belong to Amos, I realize. But the demon’s walked this swamp for the last time. The portal hungrily devours Amos’s soul. I don’t know if it’s dead, or if it’s just been sent back to hell. Honestly, I’d prefer that I never find out. I don’t fight as the spectral opening beckons me deeper. I’d made a deal with the devil. My soul has been forfeited since the very moment I first allowed Amos in.