Devil Next Door Novels & Stories

I close the gap, lift my leg, and kneed his foot. “Dream big, asshole, but try to keep it realistic.” I tossed the knife and went back to the living room for the coffee. Day Two of Hell on Earth, starring Aiden Smith as Lucifer. ****

A certain warmness embodies me as soon as the blue roof of my house stands out to me in the distance, the rays of the sun hitting my window almost reflecting on the chain around my neck. I am making a diversion toward my porch when something cold envelopes me, shooting invisible and chilling tingles up my bones. "Rio fucking Tetrazzinni!" I screech, halting in my steps to direct a vicious glare at the boy grinning triumphantly, his sharp blue eyes dancing with mischief. I'm going to kill him. "Sorry," he says, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk, "Didn't see you there, DD." I don't know why but my next-door neighbor, Rio Tetrazzini, and his aging grandmother love to see me lose my sh

Date = 8 November Another day. Another secret. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) The devil also needs a home. POV - Melaena I’ve never been to Satan’s lair … aka Damion’s place. Not once. Never been invited. Never allowed. Never even accidentally wandered in while drunk and confused. Okay, fine, he’s only been living on his own for about two years, and I was gone for one of those, but still. Details.

I took the job because I needed money. That was the only reason. I didn't care who Lucien Blackwood was, why people lowered their voices whenever they mentioned his name, or why the mansion he lived in felt more like a beautiful prison than a home. I only needed the salary. Then I learned about the rules. Don't touch anything that belongs to Mr. Blackwood. Don't ask questions about his past. And above all— Never enter his bedroom after midnight. I broke the last rule on my third night. I expected to find a secret. I didn't expect to find Lucien. Barefoot. Half-dressed. Watching me like he'd been waiting for me to walk through that door. After that night

Hellion pursed her lips and finally closed her eyes and decided to sleep. The door remained in silence for a while as the person outside eventually decided to walked away in the corridor. Dev actually didn’t care whether the human was awake or not, alive or dead, she totally refused to service her and become her assistant or whatever. To serve a mere human like her is making a joke of herself. Though, Dev was quite concerned.

That's what he told himself as he pushed the door open. Win wasn't sure what he expected to see. Spell books, potion ingredients, monsters prowling about, perhaps. There was none of that. The room was lit by fire and candle light, the atmosphere cozy with great brown leather chesterfield sofas and wine red rugs over dark wood floors. It was entirely Adom style and the Devil looked perfectly at home as he lounged on the sofa sipping wine. Those yellow eyes met his, going wide before moving away, and that's when Win heard it.

They exchange handshakes just before walking out. Sebastian, having gone through the case of Allison Drexler now stands at the pouch of a wooden hut-like house with garden looking more like a thousand years un-grazed land. His uneasiness begins to weigh on him as he turns in different angles. He knocks on the door for the umpteenth time. A cracking sound of metal comes from behind the door and Sebastian knows instinctively to dodge. The wrecking sound of a gunshot blasts through the wooden, then the gun repeats its movement and then, another shot.

Aly said, sticking her tongue out at her brother. We all hopped in the Jeep and pretty soon we were pulling into my driveway. I thanked them again before getting out of the car and running inside. I bounded up the stairs and fell back onto my bed. I looked around at my walls. All of them were plastered with posters of Damien Raines and Devil’s Night. It still didn’t feel real. In just two days I would be standing just mere feet away from him and something told me this night was going to change my life.

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.

I said as I felt my wall crumble "Say it again and I might appear before you now" he whispered, though its impossible, it will be considered a miracle, but to show my desperation and sincerity I said it "I miss my devil" I said and I pictured him with his devilish smile, I heard a slight knock on my door. It surprised me cause its still 7 its not time for mom to be back, dad also called earlier saying he is at the store with her. So who could it be, "Open up cupcake" I heard both from the phone and at the door. Its the voice I know too well. I sprang to the door. Lo and behold stands the devil in all his glory, with his signature smile