Devil In The House Novels & Stories

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

My back was against the door as I turned and shut the door. "Messed up!" I exclaimed stomping my feet and dug my fingers into my hair. I had not anticipated any of this but yet it was happening. Valentin was my mate but he was also my captor. Oh my god! He kidnapped me! I returned to the bed, slouched down on it, and moaned aloud as my stomach grumbled. "Fuck!" Did I want to embrace the life I would start living then? Yes! I had my mate, discovered that I am truly half human and half demon—information from which I have yet to fully recover—and I was going to be ridiculously wealthy.

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

I got to Devon's house and I hurriedly parked in his driveway. I went to the door and found the door ajar. I push it and heard voices, Devon's voice, it's as if he was talking to someone. the house was a mess, whisky and beer bottles were scattered on the table, but what caught my eyes were the pill bottles sprawled at the table I went near it and picked it up they were Diazepam. My heart was racing, I felt the cold air sweep through me. "Devon?!" I shouted. Suddenly, he stopped talking I went around and saw him in his backyard by the pool holding a bottle of beer. He was sitting at the lounge chair looking like a mess.

"Chu the Devil has become demonized." "The Heavenly Secrets Mount Villas just got in touch with the Assembly of Immortals. It was too cruel of Chu the Devil to kill them all." "He is no longer the former Chu the Devil. Now he is a real devil." "People of the Heavenly Secrets Mount Villas are, after all, human beings. Chu Xun the Devil is too sinister. He will be judged by Heavens for the carnage he has wrought." The Internet erupted with commotion and discussions talking heatedly about this.

No, he must have whispered insidious suggestions into her ears, like a serpent in paradise, leading her astray. “Are you talking about me?” A deep, unsettling voice slithered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Without thinking, I blurted out, “No, I’m talking about that devil, Ryker,” before the chilling realization struck me: someone was in my room, sitting on my bed, right behind me. A wave of goosebumps erupted across my skin, and a scream tore from my throat. But before it could fully escape, the "devil" lunged forward, a strong hand clamping over my mouth.

"There is only one bathroom and it is located near the kitchen. We have to make a strategy so that no one finds out. Those two guys are really going to be very troublesome." "Hiks, at least they're not terrorists," Jenny squeaked quietly as she watched Regi's room design. Hey, this house is really very cool, comfortable and quiet. Moreover, the selection of green color adds to its own comfortable impression. "Gi, this really is your house right. I don't mean renting or something like that?" Jenny asked Regi. "Yes of course, this is my house. Come on, we have to go clean up. My body is sticky." "Wait, what do you mean we took a bath together?"

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.