Devil All The Time Book Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“As if being emotionally wrecked wasn’t enough.” I hadn’t eaten all day. The hope of freedom had been so blinding, so intoxicating, that food felt irrelevant. I was supposed to escape. I was so close. Just one more step… and then— Then he appeared. Damien. The devil in a polished suit. He ruined everything. Like a storm sweeping in on a sunny day, he destroyed the little peace I’d clawed together. Why? Why now, of all times? If he had been just five minutes late, I would’ve been gone.

"Is that what you think about when you're with me? Have you been blaming me for what they did this entire time?" Adom sent him a withering look. "If I did, you'd have been dead long ago." Win reared back, shoving the Devil away. "You . . . how are you like this?" he asked, voice catching in disappointed sadness. The Devil crossed his arms over his chest. "Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared."

The hatred for myself was because despite everything that was happening, I felt my core throbbing as I sat on the devil's lap and he told me he'd fuck me. Any other person and my body would have instantly shut off. But he made my body come alive instead. He, the devil, was the biggest mistake of my life. My torturer may damn well be my remedy. I didn't say a word to him. He didn't take his lips off my ears. We just sat there, him breathing into my ears, me seated on his lap whilst staring blankly at the sky. A few minutes rolled by, and then he reclined. My body subconsciously moved back to rest on his chest, and he wrapped his hand around me.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

What kind of a spell has she casted on him that he is not willing to look at anything other than her? "You have been wasting her time and resources, dear Delilah." He tucked the strand of hair behind the ear while I inhaled his masculine scent sharply. "Don't give her a hard time again. Otherwise this time, you will have to face me and you are well aware that there is nothing in this whole damn world which scares me."

She aggressively tried to completely silence him permanently. Now, he was actively coming to completely, violently tear her pristine, highly expensive world entirely apart. The broken, muzzled footstool was permanently dead. The true, absolute Devil of Dalal Street had officially, violently returned, completely forged entirely in blood and highly toxic ashes. And he was actively bringing absolute, inescapable hell completely with him.