Devil Laugh Novels & Stories

38 - Eh? Eh? "Aiya, don't play deaf. Why don't you tell me why you have come? That way, we can wrap this up quickly and go to bed early. I'm a growing lady—you can't be so callous as to deprive me of my beauty sleep, right?" The lilting voice was full of mischief; neither loud nor soft, neither fast nor slow, a sound so innocent and harmless that it could cause the listener to feel good… … and yet the childish laugh that accompanied those casual words caused the person with the alias Yi to be covered in cold sweat.

Rose scolded. Laura balled her fist as a surge of adrenaline washed over her. "Apologize now, or else I'll ask for a refund and see how you'll pay?" Rose threatened. A tear rolled down Laura'scheek as she forced herself to apologize. "I'm sorry," she muttered. Rose smirked. "Now get dressed." She said, exiting the room. Laura sat at the edge of the bed, sobbing as she placed her palm on the spot Rose slapped her "I'm so sorry, but you need to start getting ready," the maid said.

I shook my head and walked into the kitchen to distract myself, but the words echoed like the voice of the devil in my head. No matter how hard I tried to push them away, they clung to me—like smoke, like shadows. I opened the fridge, grabbed a carton of juice, and poured myself a glass with trembling hands. Behind me, I could hear them laughing… Aileen’s laugh was light, familiar, warm. But in that moment, it grated against my nerves. I clenched the counter for balance, the juice untouched in my hand. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the trauma from the accident. Or maybe it was just the devil’s whisper still lodged in my ears.

Devanna noticed my reaction and just chuckled. "They are creatures who are almost the same as us, they have self-esteem, have shame .. can feel disappointed and humiliated, therefore ... don't make them offended. You understand what I mean?" I just nodded, I returned to processing the dough until it was ready to be put into the oven. Devanna invited me to sit aside. There is a sofa in pink and red there. We sat side by side while waiting for the oven to sound. "It's a slightly different world. Did Charlie tell you... That I have fairy blood from my grandfather's line?"

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

"hahaha shaking I like it but for now I have another business to attend too and Oh girly don't forget by owing a witch, is like you sold your soul to the devil." She vanished into thin air while laughing like a devil himself.

He said to me, "Oh come on, we all know that the devil is likened to the vampires. I mean, Dracula is supposedly the devil, right?" Randall said, smiling. This was really embarrassing. Does my cousin lack restraint in his dry jokes? He seemed to have pissed them even more. "Yes, Dracula was likened to the devil as with the rest of our kind. But who started that rumor? It was your abomination of a kind!" The male vampire said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off. Actually, that was supposed to be a joke but as I see it, it's a good joke that comes bad." Randall said to him.

Silence prevails once more and then… Delilah chuckles from the other end and Carl is confused by the laughter “What’s wrong, what’s funny? He raised one of his eyebrows and asked Delilah in a confused voice “Well, you behave like you are some sort of superhero, but you are not you not even close to one, and you know why?, Well because you are more useless than a de*d snail， And sorry to burst your little bubble but I have your daughter and I kidnapped her under your own nose…”

Dallin had never been so dazed upon, it could be the alcohol or the girl in front of his eyes. “But--,” she stuttered, making him swirl his neck to her, “But if I go there, the star will collapse,” she was the only one who laughed at her joke. Dallin’s mood changed a bit, hearing her joke about herself and the sadness in her laugh caught his attention. “Why would you say that?” the way he inquired made Delilah stop fake laughing almost instantly. “Because I am fat,” she tried her best to prevent her lips from quivering but the concern in his eyes made her show her emotions. Her lips curled downward and tear blurred her vision from watching the gorgeous human in front of her getting worried f

And he still had the nerve to tell me about orders? Who the hell does Dante even think he is? I let out a bitter scoff before I could stop myself. "He's an asshole," I said bluntly. El Diablo's laugh was immediate...deep, rumbling, and real. The sound startled me. To hear the Devil laugh like that, full of genuine amusement, was… strange. He threw his head back slightly, clearly entertained. I couldn't help but laugh, too, awkward and confused by the moment we were sharing. Who would've thought?