Devil Makes Everyone Miserable Novels & Stories

“Do you know what happens to people who try to bargain with devils?” I swallowed, the motion burning in my throat. My voice came out as a rasp. “You… you kill them.” He smiled. A cold, cruel curve of lips. “Worse. I make examples of them. I take their pride, their hope, their family. I make them watch while everything they care about burns. Death is too kind, too fast. No, little bird… I take my time.” He straightened, pacing again, his shoes clicking against the concrete. Every sound echoed like a hammer in my skull.

The deposed being was called and referred to as the Devil, and he made it his life's mission to make everything on the earth as bad as he was and because he was the source of all things ugly and bad, human beings had resulted in tagging and branding anything that seemed evil, bad, and even ugly, the devil. In those six years that my dad and I lived in Texas, there was something- one thing in common that I always used to hear a lot of people say about the being called the devil. They all said that his only plans for us human beings were to steal, kill, and destroy. Although the devil had generalized plans, that is, plans that spanned across every single one of us human beings on the earth, re

“I don’t know how we can make this work between us, as much as I want it to.” Devon pulled back to look into my eyes. “Hey, no one said it would be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.” "I don’t expect it to be easy.” I had tears welling in my eyes. “I just don’t see how we can get past some of the obstacles that we are facing.” I started ticking them off out loud. “You’re mother thinks I am the devil. Biggie thinks you’re the devil.” Devon interrupted me. “We can’t worry about what everyone else thinks. It’s what we think that matters.”

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

He wasn't a savior; he was just a different breed of demon. "I guess it is settled then," Kaelen’s voice echoed through the hall, thick with the arrogant satisfaction of a man who had just won the lottery. Mael screamed louder. The sound was so intense my ears started ringing. Every time I looked at Kaelen, a terrifying, violent swing between pain and hatred seized my chest. Right now, there was no pain left. Just hatred. Pure, unadulterated, violent hatred. And my son seemed to feel it too, his cries amplifying the moment Kaelen spoke.

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

His face looks so terrible, his mouth is open until saliva is flowing out. “HEY HUMAN BRAT! WHAT IF YOU RETURN MY ARM WITH YOUR MEET!!! I SWEAR I’LL MAKE IT PAINLESS.” “What?” “MANY OF YOU HAVE FALLEN IN MY STOMACH! AND SOON YOU’LL MEET YOUR COMRADES! HAHAHA HAHA AHA…” “You mean you have fought another devil hunter?” “SO WHAT? NOT EVEN ONE OF YOU CAN DESTROY ME.. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD MAKE ME LOSE ONE HAND, NO HUMAN HAS SUCCEEDED TO DO IT.”

Really, Regi will never accept that! Meanwhile, Gerand, who got the sarcastic words, immediately glared at him as well. He could never accept all forms of insults and yelling. Although Regi's attitude was different from what it seemed, it was clear that she would never accept that. "With Miss Regianis. I know I am very bad in your eyes. But remember and remember. I am not a psychopath who crushes someone so low." "What's the difference between you and a psychopath, sir!?"

after listening to him she runs away from her home, she doesn't have anyone by her side anymore, she lost all hope, she feels so weak she does not have any control over her own life, she is pushed to her extreme, now how all this trauma affects her personality, the devil is about to be born, when one angle died, then one devil is born, that devil is dangerous like a wise man said the most dangerous person is one who has nothing to lose, it's interesting to see who pulls a string of her life, what he is doing, is far beyond the work of God. soon fate will unravel every Secret

“Act happy. The wolves are watching.” “I’m smiling,” I snarled, forcing myself to do just that. “See? This is how happy I am.” His mouth twitched but it was not a smile. “Looks like you haven’t changed. Terrible actress.” “Neither have you,” I said quietly, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Trying to control everything, as always.” His dark eyes sparked. “I’ve become better than ever, thanks to you. One time you controlled me. It won’t happen again.”