Cruel Devil Novels & Stories

“And grief, if you let it, will turn even a good man into the thing he despises.” Adrian’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then perhaps that is what I must become, the thing they already call me. The devil of Deira.” He turned, cloak sweeping behind him as he strode toward the stables. Spencer watched him go, his heart heavy. There were no more words left that could reach him. Far from Adrian’s castle, the Royal Palace glowed beneath a veil of winter mist. Inside its gilded halls, the air was no less poisonous than the cup Adrian imagined.

She aggressively tried to completely silence him permanently. Now, he was actively coming to completely, violently tear her pristine, highly expensive world entirely apart. The broken, muzzled footstool was permanently dead. The true, absolute Devil of Dalal Street had officially, violently returned, completely forged entirely in blood and highly toxic ashes. And he was actively bringing absolute, inescapable hell completely with him.

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

“ You're my soul.” “ Are you sure you mean that Cara Mia?” He reached for my cheek, wiping my tears with his fingers, his touch cold against my skin. “ I'm dangerous, I'm cruel, I'm evil, I'm not the man who'll buy you flowers and lie to you with my words. I'm not the type of man who'll be gentle and pretend to love you. I'm the type who'll ground your enemies to dust and burn everyone who tries to harm you. I'm the type of man who wouldn't care about hurting others if it means protecting you. I'm dark, I'm twisted, I'm insane and yet you call me your soul?” The words slipped out of his mouth heavy with emotion. My heart rate tripled in my chest.

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.

Suddenly, one of his men raised a gun to me and the other forcefully bent my head in a bow “No one dares to stare at the boss like that.” the gun holder said in a hoarse voice. “Release her.” Dante finally said in a cold and distant tone. The men turned to him. Had he just told them to release her? Dante would never let any offended go unpunished. That was against his rule and no matter the gender, the punishment was equal. I was surprised because I was expecting him to order his men to have me beaten up, or worse still, for my hand to be cut off.

“ One more word or I’ll kill you later, Kenzo.” “ Fine,” Kenzo muttered on the other line, clearing his throat. “But the hell? Do you know how furious Giovanni is? Turn the car around, Ace. Calm the devil before he unleashes hell.” Okay, that’s not it. I know Kenzo seems to be a fun type of guy but I cringe hearing his last words. Giovanni is a devil, true, but he will not unleash hell just because I am missing. In fact, I think he will reach the skies because I am now out of the picture. The dark prince is now with his princess and they can have their happily ever after. I don’t care, at all.

"Well good luck." "What about you, what do you do?" I cringed before rephrasing my question, "you know, besides owning the club." "I'm the CEO of Hud-" Before he could say anything else, he was cut off by a loud voice moving toward us. "VIVI! VIVI!" I snapped my head to a drunk Ari calling out my name. I stood tall on my feet rushing towards her — I quickly pulled her against, me balancing her. "VIVI?" he questioned.

She saw my confusion, leaned in close to my ears, and said in a low voice, “He is the definition of a devil's incarnate. He's violent, cruel, and vicious, and rumours have it that he hates women the most. He can kill without batting an eye. Even though most of the big shots in Ivory City would always try to please him and seem friendly to him on the surface, they avoid stepping on his toes at all costs because he retaliates with the worst punishment possible.” Elise said in one breath, looking at me with a look that said, ‘You just messed with the devil.’

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.