Devdas English Book Novels & Stories

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

The violet sky casts a final glimpse of neon blue and orange before bidding the sun goodbye, leaving behind splinters of light to dance over the sleepy streets of France. Just as I stand next to my luggage, Nirali appears, a vision of grace and kindness. "Grateful for hospitality, Nirali," I murmur, accepting the black luggage from her outstretched hands. As I sigh, feeling the overwhelming fatigue of travel, Nirali reaches out to me with concern. But I shy away from her touch, recoiling from human contact.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

A curse that kept me from reaching my dreams and hindered me from pursuing the things my heart truly desired. They say money can make people happy, but for me, money was the reason why I was living in hell. Money is indeed a terrible master. It turns people into devils who lust after never-ending wealth and power. Money can blind people. I know because I witnessed how money turned my father into its cruel servant.

I lived in a tiny apartment where the radiator clattered louder than my neighbors ever talked. I stared at the check, then back at the envelope. No contract, no fine print, no explanation, just an invitation to dinner. My sensible side said this had to be a scam, or something far worse. But another part — the tired, frustrated part, sick of struggling day after day — kept whispering the same thought: What if it’s real? What if it’s the answer to every hardship I’ve been fighting through? ** By Thursday morning, I’d searched Drake Javier’s name more times than I cared to admit. Every article described him the same way: brilliant, cold, intensely private. Every photograph was polished, distant

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Veronica nodded understandingly, her eyes never leaving his face. “Alright, go have your bath and change. By the time you're done, dinner will be ready," she said, offering him a warm, encouraging smile. Mr. Daniel nodded, his face still etched with worry, and began to climb the stairs, leaving Veronica to wonder what troubles had beset her husband... Eden's POV: Kyle's piercing sapphire eyes widened in shock, his chiseled features twisted in incredulity. “You would seek help from the devil himself to wage war against demons?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain.

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

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.”