Devil In Law Novels & Stories

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

Valerie. The devil and I had been sitting at the back without saying any word to each other. Other. My blood was boiling in anxiety when I felt his burning gaze on me. “What does your mate look like?”. He asked,not sparing me a glance. “He's the most handsome man I had ever seen”. I replied, looking through the window. “Please ... .can you just let me go. I'm not fit to be your Luna or mistress….. please….”. Tears swelled in my eyes as I pleaded the DEVIL desperately.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

I was a walking temptation but the good part was, someone else will be the scapegoat, Kelvin. He will pay for ever hurting her, for even coming in contact with her and most important, for fucking what's mine... Her body, mind and soul belongs to me. Doom Castillo.

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. “Hello Detroit, how are you doing tonight?” I yelled as the crowd screamed. “Are you ready to have the most fun you have ever had in your life? Are you ready to let loose and give in to your innermost desires? There are no rules here and there are no laws. Anything and everything you see or do here, stays within these walls. Vegas may be Sin City but on Devil’s Night, Vegas ain’t got nothin’ on Detroit am I right?” The crowd roared with excitement.

"How can one possibly master so many laws simultaneously?!" Being an ancient true immortal and a preeminent figure among immortals, Eliza once monopolized the law of death in times past. He could be considered one of the more formidable presences in the Devil Realm, positioned just beneath King Luther! Even among the many beings from distant lands, few in the true immortals could rival him.