Curse Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

He turned to Alex and said, "Hey, little brother, if you're the Chosen One, a great event like saving the universe should be performed by a young guy like you, who can do much more. Where's the sense of lingering in this arduous place now that I'm finally free? I'll be the first to leave!" "Wait!" Alex screamed at him right away, "Isn't the witch curse supposed to emerge from your body? Are you able to solve it?" "Witch curse, what is that thing?" The primal old devil was perplexed. "This is it," Alex said as he displayed the primal old devil the witch curse on his body for inspection. As a result, the primal old devil was taken aback when he saw it and exclaimed, "Little brother, where did

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

Ha ha! "You...you are...not good. You broke up with me. I hate you!" I say so he thinks that I am dreaming and cursing Darin but that is not the case. Devin, a.k.a, devil will be the one whom I will ever curse to die and rot in hell.

All he could do is sulk in the corner as this world is crumbling into nothing, with the current death reaper and destruction of the devil himself, is collecting the depth of this world’s sin. To his young age and a child in every way, he wishes that he is born early where he has the chance to meet the rest of them and fulfill his intended destiny. Not in this time and too late to do so, as he could only take it as a vengeful tone and a curse he could only imply. “I wish,” whispering in a dreaded heart and a fed-up reality he’s into. The loop of this world is slowly changing, as the monster and devil himself heard his curse plea.

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,

"Roar..." The figure was suppressed and kept roaring. Each time he roared, layers of ripples spread out in all directions. However, the mountain allowed him to struggle, and each time, he failed. "Damn it! Damn it!!" The other party's voice came out crazily. "Zephyr Khan... I curse you, curse you!" The voice was filled with endless resentment. Wherever it went, traces could be seen. This figure was none other than the Curse Devil King.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.