Devil Next Door Novels & Stories

She opened it when she reached it, and saw a stranger standing outside. “I’m sorry, we’re not buying anything,” She said to the man as she tried to close the door, but he stopped her from doing that by pushing the door back open gently with his hand. He could be a salesperson trying to sell something. She didn’t know him and had not seen him around here before. “I’m here to help you,” He began. Anna sighed. She was definitely not in the mood. “Well…um, I’m the Devil, and I’m here to offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. An opportunity to get your mom back,” The mysterious guy explained and then smirked.

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.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

This can't be fucking happening right now! She hesitated for a moment, then said, gently but firmly, “I confirmed it. Your parents… they died this morning, Eli. I’m sorry. But I know who did this.” I staggered back, my hands trembling as I leaned against the door for support. My mind reeled. My chest felt like it was being crushed by an invisible weight. “Who… who did it?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It was Mano De Valerio,” Renata said quietly, her gaze steady on mine. “They claimed the property and…”

He studied me. “You’re not scared?” “No.” “Why?” “Because you didn’t fold.” His thumb brushed against my knuckles slowly. “They tried to corner me.” “And?” “I built a door.” I laughed softly. “You really are terrifying.” He leaned closer. “You still here?” I smiled. “I’m not leaving.” He kissed me. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just grounded. A decision reaffirmed. As we drove away, his phone buzzed again. Message from Clara. He opened it.

Hola! Welcome to chapter 6 of A deal with the Devil! Don't be a silent reader! Chapter 6 - It tastes better off you. ~~~ Blackmailer- 'On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need.' I bit my lip from smiling like a crazy obsessed cat because the Math sir was looking straight at my desk from above his thick black glasses. The second his inquisitive eyes shifted, I typed a reply.

Collins POV: Wanting to be so close to this girl is like a Monkey wanting to climb a banana tree, I honestly don't know what attracts me to her but I'm attracted and it's annoying. I've gone through all the occurrences I've had with her in my head and all I can say is I'm a fool. I never planned for me to be sexual towards her, I'm a Fuck boy, yes I know but not towards my employees. "Hey man" I turned around to see Ben my best friend walking towards my bar

The next door, she placed her order via the app, and when she came to pick it up, she was in work clothes, sharp, suited for the office, her hair curled and framing her face, she never looked up once, her fingers typed aggressively on her phone screen. Just like that, we were back to server and customer, like I always knew we were, like the last few days were a figment of my imagination. Later that evening, she stands by her window, facing mine, even if she couldn’t see me, my breath hitched as I watched her undress, the pieces of material peeling away from her body, and falling to the ground in a heap. I hiss from how hard I was, inside my pants I am throbbing, aching. The last few days non