Devil Makes Everyone Miserable Novels & Stories

I loathed the aloha so much h that if he was the first person the DEVIL wanted dead,I won't hesitate to do that before going to Valerie. “That's by the way.how was your trip? We're you treated well by the devil……?”. He asked,feining his concern. “You have eyes …you can see I don't look tattered like before..I was treated like a Luna I am and I'm grateful to the moon goddess for that beautiful opportunity”. “I see”. His eyes rummaged from my head to the toe as he sank back to his throne,his legs crossed. “The devil said you've tried your eyes out. You insisted on coming back to the packhouse because that's the only person you've been used.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

"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.

ELLA : Instead of taking me to the bed, the devil headed to the bathroom as I asked confused, “Aren’t we going to the bed?” He laughed at my bluntness while shaking his head, “No, but if you’re too desperate,” I looked away feeling embarrassed. “I didn’t mean like that,” I murmured slowly. “I know,” The devil said and then nuzzled my nose in a comforting way, for a moment I was completely lost in his affection and care. He isn’t a bad creature but people won’t accept him no matter what.

In fact, destroying everything was the easiest way, as the blood, slaughter and accumulated resentment of the victims of this war would fuel everything the Demonic Faction desired. Surprisingly, he heard a strangely calm voice coming from human lass in front of him. "How dare you get distracted in front of this Lady?!"

But the command makes their head snap up but still not enough to meet his eyes. "Take it easy , Just have fun , live life a bit you morons! Do you UNDERSTAND?" His lips curve into a evil smile. He has his plan set. The bastards who go against him don't have much time to live . Just wait till the Devil catches them. "YES KING!" "What's the meaning of this ?" Lucas , all these years and still annoying as fu*ck. He turns his eyes to Lucas giving him a smile that can send shivers through ones being.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”

Clarissa’s pain was something that tortured me every day. “What do you want then?” I asked, brushing off her comment. “To mock me for my failures? I’m sorry that I wasn’t as successful as you. I’m not some perfect Silver Saintess, fixing her wrongs with just one timeline and creating ground-breaking changes. I’m just… I’m a Devil, okay? A product of your own cursed legacy. And a Devil does whatever they have to, no matter the cost. We fight for our survival in a world that wants us dead.”

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.