Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

In the next moment, he pulled out his sword and attacks the structure that this evil creature was about to use and rape Valentina. A wail louder than that of a scared girl screeches through the awestruck forest and blood gushes on the dirty ground heavily. Arthur’s penis falls pathetically like the broken tail of a lizard and Valentina covers her eyes, unable to see the demonic play. The trauma settles under her hiccups, but she refuses to become part of any monstrous acts.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

That black hair… dripping red with the blood of his parents. Why? He knew it couldn’t have been real. Monsters didn’t exist. "How cute … I’ll spare you." A coy smile, before cherry blossom eyes rimmed with sadistic pleasure lowered, "You, who shall become the embodiment of sin." Why are you doing this? Shaking the memory from his head, throbbing and still sore from the blows yesterday, Damon struggled with all he had. His elbow jutted to the side, limbs swinging in every direction as the grips on him grew tighter. "Get off me! Stop bullying me!!!"

"Come on... let's continue and enjoy our single days" "Oh my God! The vegetables!" Abigail exclaimed as she was scared the domestic animals had fed on them. "I'm sure my mother has a lot of money now, she won't care about them if they got fed on" "You're right there... so, I guess, we don't have to worry again" "Let's get drunk too!" The day went on and by the end of the day, Abigail was drunk and Anna had to get her home to her parent, who was already awaiting her outside, worried sick.

"What are you saying?" "I've made all efforts to reconcile and plead with you to at least hear my side but none of it is working. I am a lap dog here in Deira, not a prince. I thought you understood that. Should I have killed myself instead of ruining Angbotain? If you were in my position, what would you do? Ask yourself that." "Adrian," she called. "No," he said. "Please, call me devil, demon, monster or whatever name you feel like if that will help you release your grudges."

If he didn't have whatever the hell Doll had that won over Hades's heart, or at least the ability to convince Hades he did, they might fall prey to Black Devil. So would Doll raise his head and show Hades complete trust? Of course he would. But the no-fur came up short, not able to follow through with Hades's order. He shuddered as the Black Devil used his hesitation to pounce. "Ah, see that, boy? He doesn't want you to see the truth." "Of course he doesn't." Hades's paw applied pressure on Doll's chin. "You're terrifying him, you old bastard. Not everyone finds your whole Daddy persona charming."

There was a growling sound. Deep. Guttural. Inhuman. I froze. It sounded like some huge dog, or bear. I don’t know if I was delusional or not, but the sound can never come from the middle of a freaking company. Back off! My instincts shouted. Run! But my legs wouldn’t turn in the opposite direction. It was as they had a mind of their own.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I told him then playfully punched him and walked away. When I reached papa office, I didn't bother to knock so I walked in shutting the door behind me. “Next time you walk in without knocking, I’ll chop your balls off, fry them and feed them to Vito and Aria for breakfast.” He said calmly as he read a file. Vito and Aria are Rottweilers. Abree’s pet dogs. They are one aggressive mother fuckers. “Understood?” “Yes, papa.” I said, rolling my eyes.