Devil All The Time Book Novels & Stories

At this very moment? My cock is throbbing, sore. Such is the desire to pound on her bedroom door and grab her by the hair to teach her a lesson, but I'm sure the little devil would appreciate that. Little devil. That's what she is. If her father is the Devil, the diminutive stood for Persephone. I turn off the cell phone screen and try to find inner calm within myself, but I realize that I only become more anxious and fearful for what is yet to come, because all the words I said to her went in one ear and out the other.

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

"Cassandra is the name of my mama," Alexandra spoke stunned."Oh, poor fellow," Althea clicked her tongue in pity.She, of course, was a clever one. She knew meeting Azazel alone would be dangerous for her.And now if this human girl can do something to finish off the devil...why not play from behind?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grow a smirk on her evil face."What do you say?" asked Alexandra shaking the bad witch lightly."Uh-huh. What? Can't a person daydream in peace?" Althea asked annoyed."This not the right place to daydream, I guess," Alexandra twitched her lips unaware."Okay. What?" asked Althea and she answered, "All I am saying is to take this book with us.""I don't think so,

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.”

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

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.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

She responded with a low moan, her nails digging into my skin as she pressed herself closer, her every move telling me that she didn’t want to stop either. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. There was no mission, no looming danger—only the heat between us, threatening to consume us both. And maybe that was the most dangerous thing of all. AQSA The room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline beyond the window. The chaos outside felt like a distant hum, a reminder of the destruction waiting to swallow us whole.

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.