Devil Beneath Novels & Stories

I⁠ couldn't spea‍k, did he sen‍se anyt‍hing? Di⁠d he⁠ know? “I had col‍d feet,” I said softl‌y. He smiled. The pr⁠iest spoke, words‍ abou‌t love, words‌ ab⁠out l‍oyalty‌, wo‍rds abo‌ut forever. Forever s⁠ounded like a‍ locked‍ room. My mind raced. Wh⁠at if he found out? Fear pressed against pride, pride fought back.

“ You're my soul.” “ Are you sure you mean that Cara Mia?” He reached for my cheek, wiping my tears with his fingers, his touch cold against my skin. “ I'm dangerous, I'm cruel, I'm evil, I'm not the man who'll buy you flowers and lie to you with my words. I'm not the type of man who'll be gentle and pretend to love you. I'm the type who'll ground your enemies to dust and burn everyone who tries to harm you. I'm the type of man who wouldn't care about hurting others if it means protecting you. I'm dark, I'm twisted, I'm insane and yet you call me your soul?” The words slipped out of his mouth heavy with emotion. My heart rate tripled in my chest.

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

”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.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.

“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

asked Valencia, now calmer to accept some of the information Zean was giving her. "Sister Alexa, your other identity is Angel of Death, a leader of an underworld organization called The Devil. An organization engaged in the illegal arms business and the like. And the organization you lead was ranked first in the list of best businesses at least two years ago. Due to your disappearance, The Devil has been on hiatus for the past two years." Zean explained slowly and calmly to keep Valencia from getting depressed. Valencia was shocked at first, and she almost experienced the same symptoms as a while ago. But Zean patiently guided Valencia to breathe slowly until Valencia was able to organize he

Their twisted game would continue, with her body as the battlefield. But even through the despair, Hema couldn't help but feel a traitorous flicker of dark anticipation. Because even though she hated him, even though he terrified her, some secret, shameful part of her had started to crave Zayden's brutal touch. And that was the worst betrayal of all.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”