Devil All The Time Book Novels & Stories

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

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.

No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full blown sociopath. She collapses patiently on the wall thinking of all the memories she had with him and all the times they spent making promises only God can keep. She would say damn God for cursing their fate like she had said in past weeks but she has no energy left in her to even let out a whimper. She has no tear left to cry. All that is left in her is a big hollowness clothed with darkness and no hope of light. She hears the sound of footsteps clicking against the hard ground and halts just in front of her.

Even if she shifts, she won't be able to defeat me. She was shaking profusely as fear clouded her. “W....who...a...re..you." She whimpered in fear. “You are a devil, a devil.... Help me!! Somebody should help me please! " She managed to scream, crawling backwards. “No one will save you... No one," I said. My voice was incredibly dangerous as I walked closer to her. “Who are you, don't come close to me." she mutters in fear “Do you want to know who I am...." I pause as I stare into her eyes. My red eyes burning in anger. I am just sick and tired of everything. I can't hold it in any longer.

“Don’t you think, Raiden?” As she calls out his name looking abandon. Opening the book that freed the cold and nasty smell of the lives she fulfilling devour making her wanting to have more, she read the words as the devil visited, smiling, saying hello as sinister as it could be, as she could be. She fixed a look at the lifeless body she hung on the walls of this hell-like place she calls heaven.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Dalton I sealed my fate by telling her this. I can feel the shadows beginning to crowd the room as I step toward her, reaching out to her, looking at her for what could be the last time. I made a deal with the devil in her name. I signed it with blood. I was tricked. I failed to protect her.

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

“What a beautiful name for you, baby girl.” I’m not sure why, but I didn’t like the idea of any guy touching her. Am I getting possessive over this female? Wow, what’s getting into me to feel this way? I took a puff on the cigarette as I sat next to her taking my hand to brush it against her cheek. I wanted to have sex with her, but I also wanted to know her and even protect her. As I went to kiss her, that’s when the damn cell phone goes off. I get pissed to see that it’s the club calling me, but I answer because I wanted to know why they there calling me. “I’m really sorry to bother you Mr. Baphomet, but Pyro the president of the Burning Devils is here looking for what I believe to be Ang