Devil Next Door Novels & Stories

It didn't take long before I heard Dom shouting, “Devil's incarnate! I know you're not asleep. Open the damn door!” Chris bursts into laughter, exclaiming, “Devil’s incarnate?” His voice gradually fades as he continues, “Hey, Devil incarnate, can you please open the door?” With a smirk, I made my way upstairs. Now that I've seen his reaction, I don't have a reason to stay awake. “Open the fucking door, Savannah. I promise you don't want to start this.” You know what? I didn't want him to see me, but now I will. I stride to my bedroom window and fling the curtains open. “Can you stop yelling?”

Now, I am all ready to go. Descending down the long flight of stairs carefully because I am holding Bambi in my arms, I hear some voices. Strangely familiar voices, and as I hear them closely, I gasp silently. The voice that intrudes my night's sleep, the one that is the cause of my neverending nightmares. Devin a.k.a. The Devil. No, no, no! What is he doing here this soon? No, he can't see me! He can't catch me, again.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Mine looks like an uncultured swine is living in it. I set the tray down and glanced at him. He’s still standing by the door, watching me with narrowed eyes. “You’re acting weird,” he said. Of course, I am. Who would want to enter the devil’s den? And you call these things in the tray food for the lion? Oh, dear, I’m a walking dead prey. I laughed nervously. “I’m not acting weird. I just… thought you could use a friend. You’ve been cooped up in here since the party. ”

Finally, the grand finale—the penthouse door. Pressed against it, hands spread, Kenneth behind her like temptation personified. Each thrust echoed against the wood, and the door itself shook like it was about to break. When it was over, their bodies collapsed against the wood. Inner Devil 2: ‘Bed: baptized. Balcony: tainted. Carpet: defiled. The door was traumatized. Which part of the house is the next victim? By the power invested in Kenneth’s thirst—we approve!’ The inner devils laughed out loud.

Our house is not big, and it is only one floor, and the material is only wood so I could hear the loud knocking of whoever that person was. Even though I was still drowsy and had a little hang over because of the drinking I did last night, I was forced to get up to open whoever was knocking. I also tied my long hair and then I finally opened the door. I didn't expect to see a devil this morning. I could not help but feel angry when I saw one of her eyebrows raised as she looked at me and followed by the opening of her handy fan. I feel like my entire day ruined. She is Ms. Delailah Cruz.

Pure Devil! She was not going to let him win this time. He has snatched everything from her, Her Love. Her Rajeev. She feared from this night. His room, decorated for wedding night. The moment she entered inside the room it gave her dangerous chills through her spine that make her shiver for a moment. His Grandma and his sister was giggling looking all happy teasing her for the wedding night. However, they were unknown of what storm is going inside her. They are unknown of the Devil and his true colors Or how he has trap her in his own devil trap.

Life Attempt The penthouse felt heavier after Valentina’s video. Elena couldn’t shake the woman’s poisoned smile or the way her words had sliced through the fragile peace they had clawed back. The real reason it ended… her father’s final deal… a child he was willing to trade. What fresh hell was Valentina preparing to unleash next?

Her short, red hair bounces on her elegant shoulders as she walks into the Mansion. “Well, well, well, I never knew that the Devil has a sister,” Alexis says, scrunching up her nose. She clearly does not like the woman. “A sister? Oh wow. She’s pretty though,” Kayola says and one glance at Alexis’ face sends her into peals of laughter. *********** Devilio is in his room, on his couch to be precise. He is lost in thought. Why on earth does he keep thinking about her? Despite the way he hates her, he can’t get her out of his head.

I went downstairs to the dinner table Dinner was already served by maid After taking chair I wait for Devon so he came and we started dinner After sometime he came from upstairs while talking on his phone to someone He stopped for sometime and said I m coming he replied when he cut the call I asked him Are you going somewhere have dinner first Devon I will take my dinner but not with you now have yours he replied me in a cold tone and went outside of home I had my dinner and went to my room DEVON After coming from upstairs I got a call from