Devil's Arithmetic Novels & Stories

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

Dominic continued typing commands into the terminal, launching defensive countermeasures that corralled the attackers, turning the terminal into a deadly trap. Minutes stretched like hours, each second filled with tension, adrenaline, and unspoken connection. Their shoulders brushed as they moved side by side, elbows bumping, hands close but focused. Each shared glance carried more than just survival, it carried trust, desire, and a simmering fire neither had admitted yet. The attackers surged again, this time more recklessly. Elara fired in controlled bursts, taking down two more before a third lunged toward her side. Dominic reacted instantly, his rifle cutting the man down with a single,

Even though she is older than him by four years it was never a barrier between them. Malia, his sister's best friend had been there before she had her child. His sister had lived with Malia's family after their father killed himself, he couldn’t stand life anymore, he couldn’t forgive himself. Since he left Khalil, he had been working with Mr Dhanial the owner of a security company, who only kills people if they make a promise and didn't fulfil it, or they tried to steal from him. Khalil stole from Mr. Dhanial and Aryan took the offer to kill him for what he did to his family, but he missed the shot.

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND, PEASANT. I_pooped -_- DON'T TEMPT ME TO KILL YOU FROM BEHIND THIS SCREEN. Will_the_devil OH, YEAH? GO AHEAD. I WILL PROBABLY THROW YOU IN THE DUNGEONS IF YOU COME WITHIN TEN FEET OF ME. I_pooped EW. TEN FEET IS TOO GENEROUS. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SHARE THE SAME EARTH WITH YOU. Will_the_devil RIGHT, PRINCESS. Cereal_killer

After we all ate, and Arisa admitted I could cook we gathered in the living room. "Alright Arisa, times up. What's your story?" I asked. Liz just sat next to me nodding seriously. Arisa took a big breath before replying. "My full name is Arisella Alperen. I am 16 years old. I won't sugar coat it. I am an orphan, or at least I was. I was taken in by a man who simply needed a pawn. He put me into a harsh training so I can kill demons." I tensed slightly at this but didn't stop her. "At first, I seemed to be the perfect pawn, but when I was 14, I noticed something wasn't right. I was told that demons experience no emotion and kill humans for the fun of it, and sure I have come across those, but

sound. Looking at her cut hair scattered on the ground, Arista froze in shock. Her long, beautiful black strands spread across the floor like peacock tails. He sat down, pulling his dark hair to the sides and smirking, "Well, you forgot already? Now you're in my hands." Devil! A crazed, sinister, insane, and heartless demon! Arista almost knelt, heartbroken at the sight of her cut hair covering the floor. It took her a while to remember that she needed revenge on the culprit! She glared at Levi fiercely, shouting, "You haven't seen the end of me!"

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

a sharp voice cut through the howling wind. Devon rushed down the stone steps of the main keep, his coat torn and his face exhausted. Marcus froze. "Devon..." "Alaric released me," Devon said grimly. "He said I was no longer the piece he needed on the board." He didn't look like a sheltered beta; his face was gaunt, his hands covered in black grease and charcoal from the border defense blueprints he had been mapping for forty-eight hours. At his heels, three senior pack warriors moved with a rigid, panicked haste, their hands resting flat against the hilts of their claymores.

Abarat said, "hey! there is no water in it. Oh! l forget the fact that he can't see me. Anyway l can watch how he get water from it ha! ha! ha!" William just came near the pipe and showed his both hands under the tap with humming a song. At that moment water started to came out and when he took hand from tap's under water coming stopped. This made our Abarat astonished. He thoughts, "How intelligent are human? Do they have the ability to show water by hand when water does not come? How magical is them? Do they help me to escape from evil goddess cactus?". Poor Abarat, He did not know that this was the technological power of man not their magics.