Devil Ghost Face Novels & Stories

automatically my cheeks turned red demon boss cleared his throat and went inside I followed him when I opened the door I felt someone pulled me its demon boss he slammed me to door is he a vampire how come he can be this fast he is looking at me I asked "am I looking weird" he replied "nahh you're introducing me to real meaning of beauty" I blushed he said "today I'm watching you blushing continuously is there any reason" I was really struck I'm keeping weird expressions the next second I seen him so close to my face I can feel his breathe his lips are so close to me he asked "whose name you're recalling is it mine" I said "nahh" his grip on my hand tightened I said "its paining" he left my

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.” He exhales. “You think it’s her?” “I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.” "We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.

I clicked on the speaker icon and continued. “He doesn't deserve you, girl. You are too pretty to be with a man that doesn't deserve you.” She sniffed. “Girl, thank you so much. I sent you an invite, there is a party tomorrow night at skylord and it's an all masked party. Make sure you dress sexy, I can't wait for the fun.” “Okay, I will, bye.” I pressed on the red icon on the screen. I minimized my phone and checked the invite. My eyes landed on an image that looked like Lily's figure, I couldn't see her face but the figure looked familiar.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

He was missing half his face. His jaw barely intact. But somehow—he escaped. Zayden made no move to chase after him. He simply exhaled, watching as the disfigured man disappeared into the shadows. His voice was calm, measured, deadly. “Run all you want.” A slow smirk curled his lips. “I’ll find you again.” And when that day came— There wouldn’t be any distractions. There wouldn’t be any escapes. Only a slow, painful end Back to the Present: The Past Comes for Hema

My cold words sliced him to the bone, leaving Scar Face gutted with fear. “It wasn’t me! It was him! It was his idea! I didn’t plan to hurt you!” He started to scream again. Big Eyes’ eyes flashed with malice, and he shoved Scar Face hard toward me. “Sorry, bro!” “Ahh!” Scar Face’s desperate scream cut off in an instant. The moment his body touched the invisible ghostly aura radiating from me, he dissolved instantly like sugar in hot tea, leaving no trace behind! Big Eyes used that shove to hurl himself toward the edge of the rooftop, screaming into the void.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Holding him by the arm, I asked gritting with so much concern. “I’m fine.” He muttered casually removing my hand from his arm. “Don’t mind me, we still have to take care of that creature, whatever that is.” “What is that?” Soraya looked disgusted by the presence of such devil. “Diwata said it’s a winged-ghoul, some sort of a flying vampire than can sever its upper torso from its legs.” I replied basically telling her what Diwata just explained earlier. “What happened?” Idris groaned talking to Soraya.

Mouth split too wide into a jagged grin. “Robert,” it said. Before he could scream, the thing slammed him into the wall. Hard. His back hit tile with a sickening crack. Clawed hands slashed across his belly—deep, brutal. Blood splattered across the sink and floor. He gasped, voice barely a whisper. “What… are you?” The doppelganger leaned in. “I’m the part of your soul where evil dwells.” Another slash—this one across the throat. Blood gushed in a thick arc. He tried to scream but only gurgled.