Devil In The House Novels & Stories

Then he pulled a letter from his desk and handed it to me. I read it, my blood running cold. The words were sharp and cruel, filled with hatred and threats. I could feel the venom dripping from every sentence. To the Devil of Vercelli, You have taken what is ours. You have built your empire on the bones of our family. But we are coming for you. We are coming for your wife. We are coming for your son. And we will take everything from you, just as you took everything from us. The Serpents of the South.

“Answer, of course. The devil has been invited to dinner.” He turned to the window, where the dawn broke in streaks of red across the horizon, the kind of red that looked like spilled blood. And as the bells tolled over Deira, Isabelle stirred in her chamber, clutching her belly as if the sound itself might harm the child within her. The storm had come at last — and it bore her husband’s name.

Dad had never been the one for lavish things, he always used to say he would rather live in a home and not just a house. This looked like a house. No warm colors, everything was either white or grey. No family photos except the one large picture of Stephanie that hung opposite the entrance. Everything was spotless and clean. Too clean in my opinion. "Where's Stephanie?" I asked, glancing around, not able to spot any purple-haired person. "Uhmm-"Dad’s eyes trailed around the room pursing his lips- "Was that the sound of my name being called?" a smooth silky seductive voice said. And the Devil herself appeared, she was in a dress that spoke ‘I am worth a thousand dollars or more.’

Angelica Did I mention I made a deal with the devil? Well, I gave him an inch and now he was asking for a mile. I had an ominous feeling as soon as I heard that eerie tune I had reserved for the secret phone I used to communicate with The Viper. It wasn’t just the fact that The Viper couldn’t be calling me at random that gave me the chill. It was the knowledge that I had been sloppy enough to not turn the phone off after the last call.

“Generally, I don’t speak as well. In fact, I had never spoken a single word till now. Everyone here used to think that I am mute and deaf. I thought with these disabilities this organization will let me go but my bad luck I got caught by Devil himself and seems like I am stuck here forever. You might wonder who is the devil? Well, the one who owns everything here. I can feel his presence even makes no noise while entering the room.” ‘Fuck. How can I take her from here? With her wish or without her wish, she is the queen of this place.’, Pravi thought and saw the knob of the door getting turned, revealing the devil himself, but he doesn’t look like one. She looked toward Pragati, who turned

Helen blurted the moment she answered. "Helen, calm down. I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier... I was going to once I settled in," Alina explained. "Are you sure? Or are you hiding something from me?" Helen pressed. "No, honestly, I’m fine," Alina assured her. "Okay, so tell me… I heard the Devil’s house is the biggest in the city. Please, can I take a look?" Helen asked. "First of all, his house isn’t a house, it’s like a castle from a Barbie cartoon, only difference is, it’s black," Alina said.

I peel my eyes, sloping my body on this bed and yawning after realizing it's morning already. Funny! I didn't know I would fall asleep with the devil and the witch in the same house. Their presence must have magically buried me into a dreadful sleep. Speaking of the devil, didn't he say that this was his and my bedroom? Why isn't he here now? Don't get me wrong, okay? I would be barfing forth my lungs out if I woke to his ugly suffocating face and scary eyes and dreadful giant body beside me. I'm just wondering. He didn't come home the whole night? Or maybe they are just screwing somewhere in this house with that witch! Yack! Whatever the case, I am glad I didn't get to see any of their face

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?! "

How can she play with the word? "Shut up, devil's bitch. You have caused too many things in just a few seconds. It is clear to me that no amount of human power will make you see reason, since your saint is this demon from hell who won't hesitate for a second to kick you out of your own house."

He tapped his chin, deep in thought for a moment, “So you must be the poor one… his wife, right? Is my deduction correct?” “That’s rude.” I shifted the plate again. “Plus, I am—” I paused. “Devon and I should be divorced by now. Please do not relate me to him again.” “Whoa… careful there.” He raised his hands slightly, a mocking smile on his face. “Have you finally figured out that Devon is actually a serial killer?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave then immediately turned back to him, “What?” “He has pictures of different people’s faces in his room… doing different inspections. I think they are his victims.” he continued.