Dear Devil Novels & Stories

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Now even if I die, it's okay my dear. °•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•°❤°•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•° Dear lovely readers, If you are enjoying my story then don't forget to review and rate the story. Love Han❤

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

I⁠ couldn't spea‍k, did he sen‍se anyt‍hing? Di⁠d he⁠ know? “I had col‍d feet,” I said softl‌y. He smiled. The pr⁠iest spoke, words‍ abou‌t love, words‌ ab⁠out l‍oyalty‌, wo‍rds abo‌ut forever. Forever s⁠ounded like a‍ locked‍ room. My mind raced. Wh⁠at if he found out? Fear pressed against pride, pride fought back.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Ava. The devil is real. And he is not a little red man with horns and a fork for a tongue. No, he can be beautiful. A fact I think most people forget. Nikolai was the devil in this scenario, and much like the actual devil, he was the ruler of my personal version of hell. He consumes my thoughts as l lay in bed, tangled in the sheets, our conversation from hours ago - if you could consider it that- replay in my mind. My thoughts drift back to his request in his office and I feel a knot tighten in my stomach at the memory.

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

I just picked up random women to f*ck , not giving them a second glance afterward. No wonder the name of Dark Devil, stuck with me since my university days. Well, the Devil was definitely my cousin, Lucien Sylvester, grandson of Benson Sylvester and the owner of this cruise line. However, my cousins, Dominic and Damien, kept up the family name, too, and together we were The Heartless Devils. Of course, there were ample reasons behind the names. While Lucien and Dominic went through similar shit in life, Damien and I shared similar experiences in the matters of the heart.

I thought about what Ginny said. Maybe tears might work on him! I start to think about some really sad dog movies to get myself to cry and once I was sure I have enough tears in my eyes, I started my act. "You are going to fire me anyway, aren't you?" I asked him with a sad smile, hoping it works and the devil somehow shows some form of sympathy towards me. "I should fire you and your Grandfather for what you did, Ms. Abrams." He opened his mouth finally but I don't like his tone or his words.

"You're a devil Kelly I regret ever leaving Sherly for you "Owwww it's too late to regret dear, soon you will be burning in hell but if you asked me, I think you are the real devil think about all the things you've done, you got jealous of your best friend because he's more hardworking than you and then you use your woman to steal from him not minding if she's sleeping with the man she does not love as if that was not enough, you cheated on her countless even after she gave her all for you, and then you want her to go back again and continue hawking her body just to please your fucking ass? Tell me Xa..vier how are you different from a devil if not worse than a devil?"