Devil Inside Novels & Stories

It's been a year since she was moved on, I'm glad for her. "Devonce!" I immediately turned around when I heard Dad call my name, I put the picture frame back in its place and walked towards to him. I smiled when I saw him with the old man. I felt awkward, this was the first time Dad introduced me to his employees. "This is Devi, my daughter," Dad smilingly introduced the old man "Devonce, this is Mr. Vergara. Partneredship with our restaurant," My eyebrows slightly raised when I heard that. I thought he was an employee! I just thought. I don't know about that but it looks like Dad thought it was good

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue a

She told Jenna about Devil's visit last night. The woman eyed her as if she had grown two heads. She asked her what he looked like and what did he do and that was the point where Ara clammed up. Her cheeks tinted red as she recalled what the Devil had done to her. He smelled and sucked her like his favorite food. Humans'flesh must be his favorite food, she had concluded last night. But the way he touched her felt so inappropriate. She couldn't answer and Jenna waved it off calling it her imagination. She asked if they could bring a priest and perform exorcism in the house. Jenna wasn't convinced by her story and so declined.

The way he checked behind him, just a glance, just a flick of his eyes, to make sure I was still there. He was covered in blood. He had cut off a man's head. He had killed and killed and killed and he had not stopped because stopping meant something might reach me. And then I remembered who he was. The Devil of Vercelli. A man so feared that criminals stepped aside when he walked in. A man with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

He refuses to answer me, which tells me everything I need to know. There’s one thing I’ve learned about demons during the time I’ve had to creep around this godforsaken hell-hole. They’re fucking dumb. Childish, even. Unable to estimate the ripple effect of their actions. “You’ve reneged on your end of the bargain. You touched Layla. You hurt her, you sick fuck. We’re done.” “You’ll never be free of me.” “You’ll never be strong enough to break me.” Like I said, I’ve lasted way longer than any of the men who’ve come before me.

"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.”

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

His wickedness and ruthlessness is to make fun of girls not like a psychopath any better than a crazy mime scene! For those who feel confused, that is a misleading alibi. Don't get lost or you will get carried away and get lost. Along with Gerand's words, Regi finally just kept quiet and didn't do anything else. In accordance with what that person wants. No problem, or what? After a few seconds, Gerand finally started talking again. However, he would never let Regi die or anything. Regi..., she became a person who was in a position of his own even with deep hatred.