Devil Mouse Novels & Stories

shouted Alice. The figure stared at Alice with one eye rolling and spitting out more mucus. "Haven't you noticed Alice yet? But, now that you know who I really am, I'll say. I AM THE DEVIL, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!" shouted the figure and immediately attacked Alice with its long slimy arms

"Here… you… are." "Who…" I gulped in panic. "Who… are you? Do I know you from somewhere?" My bones were shaking, turning numb. He smirked. Coldly before shrugging like it didn't matter. "Me? I'm Memphis. A devil." He tipped an imaginary hat. My face turned ashen. My eyes darted to the door to catch a glimpse of any figure but there was no one in sight. I felt like reading up in helplessness. How could no one have sensed him or even hear us speaking or me exclaiming and gasping.

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Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

I looked around for something or someone, then raised my gaze to the sky, clear, showing the stars and the huge full moon, illuminating me. I lowered my gaze to continue struggling with the key and my car, but then, I felt something pass over my head. I let out a muffled scream and looked in all directions. Could it have been a bat? But it would have to be huge, right? Because whatever flew over me didn't feel small. Maybe it's just an owl. A big one. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. After that, the key worked. I entered my car as fast as I could and drove away from there.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

The way his pupils dilated slightly. He smirked, finding it interesting. Vito watched as Aiden's eyes flicked down for just a second… to his chest, where his shirt was open, before snapping back up. A flush crept up Aiden's neck. Oh, this was going to be fun. "I could make good use of a pet," Vito said casually, like he was talking about the weather. Aiden's eyes went wide. "What?" "Someone who belongs to me. Someone who does what I say, when I say it, no questions asked."

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

She intended to return to her new lover after the disgusting song was finished so that she wouldn't have to suffer with her annoying boss. “What makes someone turn evil overnight?” "Are you talking to me?" Xander lowered his head slightly to look at Angel's face, which was shining from the spotlight. “Forget it. I am no longer interested in talking to you.” "No." "What?" “No man turns evil overnight.” “Oh. I thought demons could make a man turn evil overnight.” “Demons would rather make a man fall for the temptation of a sexy woman.” Angel sighed in relief as the song stopped playing. She stepped back to get away from Xander. But something kept them pressed against each other until Angel had