Devil President Novels & Stories

"Someone who belongs to me. Someone who does what I say, when I say it, no questions asked." Aiden's mouth opened and closed, he couldn't find the words. "I– what does that even mean?" "It means exactly what it sounds like. I'll take care of the people responsible for your father's death. I'll make sure everyone involved pays for what they did. You'll get your revenge." He paused, letting that sink in. "In return," Vito continued, his voice dropping lower, "you belong to me." Aiden stared at him like he'd grown a second head.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

I hate that I get thrown off by it. I have to remember now that this is him, the playboy bachelor that everyone has been talking about. Not the devil of a boss that I had to work with every single day for the last five years. This is his different side that I had to start getting accustomed to. “No. Not babe. We’re not small pigs.” Amusement filled his face again when I spoke. I continued.

Their dealings were all shady - and quite necessarily so, as maintaining their grip on the steering wheel of the Consortium would always involve the use of the more unsavoury parts of society. Not to mention the sheer ruthlessness that seemed to historically be a part of all the Directors throughout history. And Lucian Cyrus was no different. He was cold, and his methods either left you speechless in shock or burying your head under a pillow in fear. Hence one can see why Lucian is a man Ayra would loathe to marry. Even rumours made him out to be more a devil than a man. She hadn’t seen him since that afternoon in his office, but his presence loomed as if he were watching from the shadows.

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

Hema laughed softly “I hope I can live up to their expectations. The CEO himself was there today, Dadi. He interviewed me. It was nerve-wracking!” Her grandmother’s eyebrows shot up. “The CEO? That’s a big deal, isn’t it? What’s he like?” Hema hesitated for a moment, her thoughts drifting back to Chris Zayden . His sharp gray eyes, the way he exuded authority without even trying, and the way he had looked at her during the interview—all of it had left a lasting impression. “He’s… arrogant ,” she admitted finally. “But also very sharp and focused. You can tell he doesn’t tolerate anything less than perfection.”

The broken hand of the Zombie chieftain burst into flames and reduced into burning embers and ashes. "WHO ARE YOU!?" demanded the Zombie chieftain. "Who?! You've been clamoring to meet you earlier, didn't you?!" Yan Wushuang derided loudly. "The Devil." The Zombie chieftain and Kong Yiming breathed in unison, horrified. "Right oh! Your so-called fame hustler, the Devil!" announced Yan Wushuang derisively like a television talk show host. Kong Yiming looked at Chu Xun darkly. "So this is the Devil," he thought, realizing how he had so easily wounded his two Ninth-grade Human King chaperons.

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

“I hope you know what you're doing. Because if this goes wrong, not only will you have lost Aylin... You'll also have pissed off the Devil.” Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his smile sharp as a knife. “Dominic... I am the Devil.” “I know, that's why I'm telling you... If it goes wrong, even you won't be able to stand yourself...”

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."