Devil Inside Novels & Stories

I don't understand what he was thinking, was he going to kill me? "It's not enough for me to kill you," said Edim, somewhat at peace in his soul, but in a wrathful voice. Darkness permeated every word that came out of his mouth. "Who are you?" I asked. It was someone, but who, someone who wanted to destroy me. Edim's lip curled, "You want to know who I am?" she asked. "I am the devil incarnate. And you are beautiful, you are the one who will do whatever I want."

"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

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

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."

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

“I can't hear you. Beg like you don't just want it but need it. You need daddy's hard dick inside you” Laura let out a moan, " ahh fuck.” "Yes daddy, please I need you inside me. I need your hard cock” she begged. She had lost all her senses now. All she wanted was him, she would lick the ground for it. He smirked, “That's all I needed, don't stop begging" he said as he leaned down, pushing his hard dick into her tight, wet pussy. He watched as he slipped past her pink parts, his hard veiny dick compared to her smooth parts.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

My father’s voice came out in such a whisper that it was difficult to understand what was really happening. He took the nearest exit, leaving Charles and me in the corner. “Look, I don't know what's going on with you but you need to stop acting like you're God.” His jaw clenched and I watched the way his jaw sharpened. “I am not God, little girl. Call me the Devil.” A man who wholeheartedly accepts the title of a devil? His presence, his voice—everything about him was surprising to me. I grew up hearing his name whispered like a curse. Ruthless. Arrogant and Unpredictable.