Devil Of Dublin Novels & Stories

I was called the devil for a reason. *** ALMA My chest was heavy. I could barely breathe. I could barely think as I held my Mama and cried in her arms. She was also crying. I couldn’t even imagine how much she was hurting right now. She lost both daughters the same day. One to death and the other to a deadly Mafia boss. “Everything is going to be okay,” I cried. “Everything is going to be fine, Mama.”

Only static answers. Then silence. Long. Heavy. Absolute. Something shifts inside me — slow, final, like a lock turning. The storm outside grows louder, but for once, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the villa. Inside the man I’m becoming. And I whisper into the dark: “Let them all come. I’ll bury every one.”

A living scripture written in fire and bone. He had been forged in this work: in the breaking of souls and the shaping of terror. The title “Devil” was less a name and more a job description. So why did it all feel so… thin? Why did the silence between screams weigh heavier than the screams themselves? He finally turned his head.

His eyes were steady and very grey and held something she'd never seen in them before: the specific quality of a man waiting to be destroyed by something he's said. The omelet was burning.

I shivered involuntarily at the firmness in every word, especially the last two words 'This devil' He is the devil and he knew that. I kept my eyes on him, my heart beating so fast. This is the danger I mentioned earlier. Kieran was bad in the past.....and he remained bad.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

How are they much better than mine? Is it better to be with the devil you know, or the devil you don’t know? Dustin’s roommate was some kind of unthinkable creature, the absolute worst kind. My father is what he is, maybe he is the devil on earth but he is honest about it. Everyone, and especially me, knows what he is and that he makes no excuses for it. But Ryan, he’ll steal your soul. He’ll eat it and move on to the next. It’s what he does, it’s who he is.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Each step brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and the weight of their mission pressed upon them. As they ventured deeper into the den, the red light intensified, casting an eerie crimson glow on their faces. The air grew thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the atmosphere. Emilia's heart raced in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement intertwining within her. She knew that their encounter with the devil would be a pivotal moment, one that would test their mettle and determine the fate of their friend, Violet. Finally, they reached a large chamber, bathed in an intense red radiance. In the center stood a towering figure, cloaked in darkness yet emanating a sin