Devil Realist Novels & Stories

Ava. The devil is real. And he is not a little red man with horns and a fork for a tongue. No, he can be beautiful. A fact I think most people forget. Nikolai was the devil in this scenario, and much like the actual devil, he was the ruler of my personal version of hell. He consumes my thoughts as l lay in bed, tangled in the sheets, our conversation from hours ago - if you could consider it that- replay in my mind. My thoughts drift back to his request in his office and I feel a knot tighten in my stomach at the memory.

His handsome face is so deceiving that he is about to turn into a psychopath again… this multiple personality disorder makes him bad and unpredictable. "NO! AHHH! I AM RIPPING OFF!" she exclaims as he is forcing to put it all inside… "Relax, it is still just the head." He replied to him sarcastically, and then she cries so bad. The merciless De Vere is not feeling any guilt right now… the pit-pat sensation he is feeling right now is surging and burning inside his chest. Until he digs deeper into her small and delicate body. "Ahhh… shit," he moans as he is looking at their intact organs.

She told him with gleaming eyes. Viso chuckled before getting into a full-blown laughter, The laugh of the devil as He eyed her from head to toe. Disgusted with her presence, He sneered, “Many women dreamt that, Gina Moretti. But they never come true and they won't. You are not what I want. My standards are too high for bitch like you. You want to die sooner than later, fine with me. Don't ever come close to my woman again or I won't care about my image and give you a creative death!"

And I woke up from my sanity. What also caught me was he stiffened too. His c*ck was throbbing inside me yet I can feel that he is angry again. "Shit, you are a virgin!" He groaned in frustration. It was more of a statement. It was like, he was back to his normal rational mind. Angry for allowing this to happen, and to indulge in this forbidden venture. Double pain. All I just want to do now is bury myself six feet below the ground. Yet I am a hypocrite if I stop him because I still can't get enough of this thing. This kind of thing.

" Then he broke each of his arms while he screamed in pain and when he had already managed to destroy his arms and legs, he threw him towards the cliff, where those animals were, that when they saw him fainted, they were in charge of destroying him with their ferocious teeth, it was the end of the Valeriam, and with everyone who dared to touch his beautiful and perfect wife, he was not an angel of death, a demon or being full of evil, he was the devil himself and would kill everyone who dared to touch a single hair of the most perfect and beautiful vampire he had ever met

The devil hadn't just bargained for my eye; he had bargained for my humanity, forcing me to choose between a life of misery with sight, or a life of wealth in absolute darkness. I reached for the knife, my hand shaking violently. I wasn't reaching for the money anymore. I was reaching for the end of the game. I looked at him, and for the first time, I realized that the devil doesn't want your soul; he wants your despair. He wants you to realize that no matter which choice you make, you have already lost.

Devil was bleeding from his nose and mouth and he knew that the usual yellow of his eyes had sunk into a crimson red. His voice was unusually sibilent as his demonic magic threatened to overtake him. “You have no idea what I’m going to do, my love,you don't know the real me, if I can break your bond with your soulmate I can do anything, I want you to be mine and always mine and no one going to take you away from me not even dead” he said before he released the angel and moved away, opening a magic circle. "Dean" Win saw a big man with red eyes come from shadow.

They start arguing in the middle of the conflict. Each of them averted their eyes and forgot the real enemy. “Ohh… then who? The victims themselves?” “No.. I mean, look at them!” “Then, if so, get out of here!” “I won’t leave this place!” The victim who had been pounced on by the Devil had completely entered his stomach. While Jane and Abelard were arguing with each other with their respective body language. The demon was in a somewhat chaotic shape like half human, half raw meat with a mouth in its stomach and other randomly located body parts and there were thorns all around its body.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓