Devil Makes Everyone Miserable Novels & Stories

It's true that it's ugly for us to sleep with each other and with others at the same time, I like the idea of us being exclusive. Oh, the devil is a damn bastard because as soon as I have one man, he makes another one appear like magic, he can't leave me alone, he can't let me be with just one, I can't play with two because then I'll be left smelling my finger, it's certain that both will leave. +

Vector said. He was saying the truth, but it didn’t stop me from feeling extremely upset. Vector knew that I hated it when he came onto me with such talk, especially if he was right, but he still talked anyway. However, right now, my anger wasn’t against Vector. It was against Donald Shell. “I wish he would leave,” I snarled. “But you and I know that that isn’t possible. Dancing Devils is for anyone who can afford it, and from the look of things, Donald is currently the man of the moment,” Vector said.

I look around trying to find the objects he speaks of, "Madrees are vampire hunters they would srian out your soul once they get a hold of you" "You must think I'm some sort of silly ass trying to scare me or is that some sort of trick to make me follow you?" "I did say it's my pleasure to drop you off now will you get off or not it's rather late and I do not want to be late for the fun" I wonder what hsi definition of fun is as he keeps smirking each time he mentions the word fun, Devon had sayd something about mental and emotional torture what I do not get is why this dude find it interesting,

He said it like it was the absolute truth. One side of my mouth pulled up in a nervous scoff. I don’t know what personality I was expecting for the devil to have but it was not this. I sort of imagined a monster who randomly kills people and takes their soul to hell because he is a lonely piece of shit but boy was I wrong. He is an entertainment deprived asshole with the mental age of a 5 year old if we’re not counting IQ. He doesn’t seem dumb. He manages to avoid every single question I ask with some bullshit that seems relevant but actually isn’t.

“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.

Damien's POV "I will say whether the deal is worth it or not. Not you!" I yelled in the phone and hanged up. I was starting to have an headache and the investors are not helping me. I really needed a coffee and there seems not to be a single café for crying out loud. I am seriously starting to get pissed. Everyone is scared of me and they should be too. That's when I get what I want done. If they do not fear me they'll never do what I want and I'll never get what I want and I always get what I want. ALWAYS.

"Who gave you my phone number? And what makes you think it's a good idea to disturb someone's sleep?" "The Devil did; he said hi," I whisper. "That's why I'm offering salvation before it's too late. The Devil's close; he's here to take everything you love and everything that is important to you. Be it your children, your mistresses, money or power." I keep my voice low and as quiet as possible simply because I want to. When I mess with someone like him, I feel like a movie star, and boy, do I enjoy it. "Fuck off!" He barks louder than expected. Where's the courtesy to warn someone before you want to scream and make someone's ears bleed?

Devon looked at the camera as if telling his insults directly at someone. "I'm a consenting father, yes I am, if my boys have to break a bone and they think you deserved it then I have nothing against it. I'm a savage father? Yes, I am...and I raised my boys as savages. But they won't just randomly go out in the street to kick people, I raised them to protect and I raised them to be compassionate. If my sons kicked your asses...it's because you deserved it, so there's nothing wrong with my sons... but there is absolutely wrong with you" Devon added his insult to whoever is watching.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed the contract. I have been sold to the devil.... I brought out my phone to call someone I could talk to . Josh will definitely not pick my calls. I decided to call my best friend. Hey bestie “ Jane yelled In excitement over the phone Jane has always been overly dramatic. “Bestie “ I called in a shaky voice What’s wrong she asked I explained everything I was going through in the hands of Rico, how he treats me like I had no feelings. I’m sorry best” I promise to come see you once I get the chance to .