Devil Realist Novels & Stories

I⁠ couldn't spea‍k, did he sen‍se anyt‍hing? Di⁠d he⁠ know? “I had col‍d feet,” I said softl‌y. He smiled. The pr⁠iest spoke, words‍ abou‌t love, words‌ ab⁠out l‍oyalty‌, wo‍rds abo‌ut forever. Forever s⁠ounded like a‍ locked‍ room. My mind raced. Wh⁠at if he found out? Fear pressed against pride, pride fought back.

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

I hissed as I lifted my glass up drinking it all again. "Species?" "Yes.. men species are dumb, idiot, stupid.. only carving for sex and they don't care about what other people feel." I blabbered weird things. "Oh.. you have a trauma." "Correction.." I said as I put my index finger in front of him. "I just hate them.. they disgust me." I said and my body fell towards him hut he caught me just in time. My head was spinning around and I felt nauseous. "Heyhey.." The guy patted my cheek lightly trying to see if I'm still concious or not. I got up slowly and turned to him. Everything seems so blurry except his face.. wha- what's going on?

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

Of course he knows how perfect he is and what woman in her right mind wouldn’t want that? I only realized my hands had curled to form a fist when his eyes dropped to stare at them but I didn’t make any efforts to unclench them. Draven is the devil himself, and everything I’d read about him was just a fragment of who he really is. He’s a selfish and proud beast who doesn’t care for anyone but himself.

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

Devils could have been humans too living amongst us, it could have been anything, but the description they gave us was that he had two horns, four hands and four legs and that they always looked ugly. Alright, the ugly part is kinda the only truth in their numerous lies, depending on what you see beauty as. Cause her devil wasn't beautiful in her eyes after she found out she was a devil. Her devil didn't seem nice anymore. Her devil who always checked up on her, now leaves her wondering whether all the love, the attention, the care were all fake.... They were, weren't they? Back to reality> The world around her seemed to freeze as she stubbornly pulled the trigger. The bullet met Elena's che

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

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.