Devil Inside Novels & Stories

Sophia stood from her seat and instructed her to clean Heaven's room roughly before she enter in to it. The maid ran to her room for abrupt cleaning. Heaven felt overjoy in her heart, she followed the direction where the maid had gone to reach her own room. While going she mumbled, "Aidah...where were you? Are you put me in a trap and escaped. If that were the case, I would not agree for this deal. But now...anyway l have to live like this". Later when reached there..,,she laid on her bed and thought, "Who am I really? What the hell did I do wrong just to have God suggest my name to hell? Where have Heaven's real soul gone?"

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

"The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day." "Tara, what do I need to do?" I tried as much as I could to balance my patient, because, I was already loosing it. "Lilith is a demon of the night, goddess of independence. She bore the devil, and other powerful demons. She wasn't really his mother, but she's been in existence longer than he has. The devil, or also known as Al-shaytaan or other names by other tribes, is the manifestation and personification of evil. Each demon has a form of entity where their power

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.

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?! "

“Not quite.” “Didn’t think you were capable of feelings,” he said dryly, watching Charlotte in the distance speak to a man she called “Father.” The man wore a medieval military uniform and Gildeon figured he was high-ranking. “Believe it or not, salamander, I was once a good, ordinary man.” “What happened then? Joined hands with the Devil?” Gildeon followed the elder vampire’s gaze, now dark with longing. “God tested me,” Present Vergilius muttered, “and I gave in to Satan—or so I believed.”

He chuckled, lifting my face by my chin. “How much did you hear, little bird?” I gasped. He knew I had overheard them. I straightened my back. “I heard enough on the night of the attack, Diablo. I’m not stupid. Plus, I could tell what was wrong from his symptoms.” He shook his head, he dropped down on his seat and relaxed back, his gaze fixed on me. His lips twitched. “No, you’re not stupid.” His hand stretched forward, trailing lines along my inner thighs. “Diablo?” he mumbled. “Do you really think I'm the Devil?”

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.