Devil Makes Everyone Miserable Novels & Stories

I asked him. Salvatore sighed. He does that whenever someone finds it hard to understand? “You are in the best spot for this. I have trained you well, and best still, you have the nerve to attract any kind of person, including him.” I scoffed. “He will kill me before I get to him.” I said. That was obviously true. The feared Dante, leader of the Mafia and a popularly known Mafia Lord was bound to shatter me into pieces and have me killed. I had heard about him, and what he did to people. There had been nothing nice from those stories.

“He looks so much better by your side than mine. Not to mention I noticed his eyes on you, sister.” Mia shook her head. Her sister was reading things incorrectly. He was not looking at Mia with romantic eyes, rather, with malice because he was the Devil and she, Mia Chapman, owed him. “Lily, you're wrong. He asked for you and I must say he was a little annoyed that I showed up alone.” Lily frowned. “Did he complain rudely?” she asked calmly and Mia realized that maybe she had made a mistake. She couldn't influence Lily in any way or she would be in trouble with the Devil.

Ha ha! "You...you are...not good. You broke up with me. I hate you!" I say so he thinks that I am dreaming and cursing Darin but that is not the case. Devin, a.k.a, devil will be the one whom I will ever curse to die and rot in hell.

Devon said to me. “Okay, relax. I am asking him,” I said to Devon, trying to calm him down. “I’m also asking the same. I am not telling him anything,” Devon said. “You know what? Nothing can happen to you. You will always be like this,” I said to Devon “What do you mean? I’m a thousand times better than any other person in this world. Have you heard that?” Devon responded to me. “Yes, in this world, there is no one like you, and there shouldn’t be. Heartless, cold, and idiot,” I murmured to myself in a slow voice.

The drunken people even cheered Dev and Ivan by clapping their hands and shouting, “Fight, Fight, Fight.” Dev seemed to be motivated by the cheering sound and shook his head front and forth while Ivan, without a glimpse of fear, replied, “Absolutely no, stop all your stupid activities. I know you don’t like girls. Don’t push yourself to be a playboy. What makes you celebrate? You don’t know the consequences of your action.” “I know about all the actions and reactions…” Dev replied while finishing the wine in his hands. “If you are aware of your actions, you should know that you are not supposed to be in this chamber, Dev”

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?! "

Saint swallowed hard before continuing in his mind, "Lucas, first impressions matter a lot! And hurting your mate is that first f*cking impression of yours. Don't you think this act of yours is not just hurting our mate physically but also mentally. Lucas, you know this very well that people call you a walking devil. But in reality, it's just the two of us who know what you actually are. You are not that cruel, cold or ruthless and also those harsh words that people rub you with. The world has painted a cruel and dark picture of yours. They have shown you as a creature of death who would beat anyone up, kill anyone down just for his own satisfaction. Isn't that what is the definition of a de

She hissed, glaring at me with so much anger, even Luca looked at me the same way. But why don't they understand? Why do they think he is evil, but he's not. He didn't want to hit me, I was just bad and he was trying to correct me. "He- he only kidnapped me cause he was lonely, he needed someone. And he only hit me because I disobeyed. If I didn't disobey then he wouldn't have. And yes he loves me!" I exclaimed. Why don't they just get it? Why do they think so badly of him?

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

That's the worst punishment but I need to be cruel and ruthless so the people wouldn't take advantage of me ever again. Life has taught me such a hard lesson that I have suddenly started to understand everything. I can get why Ryan and my Dad never show their weaknesses and vulnerabilities to the world. People are dying to get such chances to take advantage of them and use them against themselves. My kindness and generosity was also taken in a wrong way. They thought they could do whatever they wanted and get away with it. But that's not how I am anymore. "Consider it done." His alluring words snapped me back to reality. I turned on my heels to face him and shuddered at the sight of the dark