Devil Mouse Novels & Stories

Bunny baby kept running in circles while devil chick could be seen frustrated as her bullets kept missing the target, she kept changing guns as to not run out of ammo, from pistol to rifles then to minigun and various other weapons only to find that none of them are working. Bunny baby was coming closer towards where the Devil chick was standing. "Why is the Devil not moving from her place?" Rosy asked which Leo answered," it's not that she doesn't want to move, but she can't, because the bunny keeps running in circles which gives her a slight advantage as she can see and move near wherever the devil moves, which is frustrating devil but i think that maybe devil here has upper hand in this b

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“Lucian Moretti is counting on you to kill us! He didn’t send an army because he knew your own traditions would do the work for him! If you kill your Alpha tonight, you aren’t saving the pack—you’re fulfilling a Moretti contract!” Silas hesitated, the tip of his rifle dipping a fraction of an inch. “Look at the water!” I pointed toward the dark horizon, where the Ghost’s body had disappeared. “The virus is a resonance. It’s a frequency. I’ve grounded it, but it’s still active. If you kill Girard now, the resonance will leap to the next closest Alpha. It will leap to you, Silas. Is that what you want? To be the next devil in a cage?”

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

Ivan unkempt his legs with some murmurings loudly, “I am a senseless dragon to accept the room next to him. I must not have accepted his token of friendship to get the room near him. It is like I am devoting my entire life to him, errr!” Ivan Shirk forced the door of Dev’s room to open since it was made of a thick bar of ice. When he opened the door, Ivan could hear his friend Dev’s shouting at the moonbeams. Ivan raged to hear his name continuously, “Dev…What is it? I am here.” Dev replied with the mixed feeling of sleep and anger, “You damn Fire-Fly…Did your ears turn deaf…Answer me you Red cockroach…” Ivan stomped his way towards Dev, “Dev…stop it… tell me what is it? (With a pause) I hea

Ha‍nnah sta⁠red⁠ a‍t‌ the wall w‍ithout say⁠ing‌ any word. “I won't repeat‍ mys⁠elf,‌ w‌ho sent you?” “Just click it,” s⁠he spat out. “Fine.” The sou‍n⁠d of the gun ec‌hoed through the room and she collapsed. The sound jumped int‍o my chest, and m⁠y‍ body sud‍denly moved. I hit my hand over m⁠y mouth to hold back a scream‌. My elbow suddenly hit a metal mop that ‍ leaned ag‌ainst‌ the crates.

“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.” He exhales. “You think it’s her?” “I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.” "We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.

◇DON POV◇ I really don't understand this dhiren's way just because of a bitch how can he hurt an innocent girl, really she is a little girl but he is calling her scheming I swear if I see him I will break his legs moreover my lamb ordered me not to talk to him obviously I should listen to my little cute wife such a cutie she is really a tigress in anger she brought her birds, puppy and squirrel to our home from her home this squirrel and my pets are always fighting I don't know why