Devil All The Time Book Novels & Stories

A living scripture written in fire and bone. He had been forged in this work: in the breaking of souls and the shaping of terror. The title “Devil” was less a name and more a job description. So why did it all feel so… thin? Why did the silence between screams weigh heavier than the screams themselves? He finally turned his head.

asked Celea **** they were once again laying dead on the ground and woke up again after few hours and attacked each other again and again and again each time more crueler then the other *** " they are going to wake up soon kiddo, aren't you going to stand up?" the devil asked Celea while watching her laying on the ground full of blood surrounded by dead bodies " how many time has it been already...I don't remember...." "..." " tell me devil why is it so hard to die, why am I punished like that.....I just want to rest..that's all" " ....tell me Celea do you know what your name is?" "....."

I loathed the aloha so much h that if he was the first person the DEVIL wanted dead,I won't hesitate to do that before going to Valerie. “That's by the way.how was your trip? We're you treated well by the devil……?”. He asked,feining his concern. “You have eyes …you can see I don't look tattered like before..I was treated like a Luna I am and I'm grateful to the moon goddess for that beautiful opportunity”. “I see”. His eyes rummaged from my head to the toe as he sank back to his throne,his legs crossed. “The devil said you've tried your eyes out. You insisted on coming back to the packhouse because that's the only person you've been used.

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.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

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.