Devil Love Novels & Stories

“I shall not mention about Devils to anyone. I shall not tell any human that Mark Scott saved me. I shall not fall in love with a Devil” Lily paused as she read the last term. She lifted her eyes and met Mark’s gaze who was smiling at her. “I did not understand the last term,” Lily stated and looked at Evander. “The meaning is simple. You cannot love a Devil,” Evander stated with a blank expression. “I cannot do that. I am not signing it. I am already in love with a… Devil,” Lily sternly asserted and stood up the chair. Mark closed his eyes. Lucian looked at Lily with an amusement.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

“I hope it hurt. You killed my brother. Took my father. Turned into this.” Devon’s eyes flickered—grey fighting black. “I saw it tonight. All of it. The pups I made watch executions. Your father in the cells. The way I choked you in the hall.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I became everything I hated. And I still want to lock you away so no one else can ever have you.” The ritual surged through me. I felt it slam into him. Devon roared and shoved me harder against the stone, lips crashing down on mine. It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clashed. He bit my bottom lip until it bled. I bit him back, tasting copper.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

I just tried to twist my waist out of his hold But the way he caught me, I got out of his grip. It seemed almost impossible. "Roose ….My crystal My baby! So you are calling me a devil. Yeah you are right I'm devil! Now you will see the real face of the devil, And I swear you won't be able to forget this Devil. I have been lovingly explaining for a long time, but you did not understand, now you come here to me and If you do not come to me within the next second, then you will be responsible for whatever happens tonight!."Christian said .

“I’m giving you your time but just so you know and you should be aware of it that what just happened upsets me. I feel used.” “I’m sorry,” he drawled and sat down on the floor, his head still facing the wall averse at the idea of looking at her which greatly insulted her. “Now you can go and leave me alone.” Devon laughed incredulously. Of course, she should have seen it coming. Daemon is one heartless evil pig, a mafia boss who kills people for power and fear. What is she thinking? That she can easily melt his cold heart by just cooking his favorite food, pestering him in the office, and having sex with him? Where did her working brain go? It takes more than that to even get close to him.

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

Devil was bleeding from his nose and mouth and he knew that the usual yellow of his eyes had sunk into a crimson red. His voice was unusually sibilent as his demonic magic threatened to overtake him. “You have no idea what I’m going to do, my love,you don't know the real me, if I can break your bond with your soulmate I can do anything, I want you to be mine and always mine and no one going to take you away from me not even dead” he said before he released the angel and moved away, opening a magic circle. "Dean" Win saw a big man with red eyes come from shadow.

“You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep. My eyes widened and a cold shiver ran down my spine hearing his deep spooky voice. His eyes all of a sudden turned to the darkest shade of black and the softness and love in them dissolved into that dark abyss. My heart jumped in fear and I immediately tried to back away from him but he was

He was just fifteen when she got pregnant and she twenty when he had already became a well trained assassin and killed at least up to fifty people since when he was nine. Lydia was an assassin too, even though he never really loved her and used her for sex, he knew she had loved him greatly. Being an assassin is a very huge job and had a lot of sacrifices. You had to show no emotions and feelings towards people; the scariest part he never got used to. Most serial killers never got used to was when you took a pure soul, it felt as if they could see their spirits. They couldn't even sleep without having to take drugs because some of them always haunted them in their sleeps.