Devil's Arithmetic Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"Forget the nonsense Salazar or anyone else has been feeding you. You're perfect the way you are and if I hear anything about you being on a diet again or trying to lose weight, heads will roll. Do you understand?" Maldito, I'm dazzled. For a moment there, the look in his eyes turned menacing and I finally caught a glimpse of the devil he hides behind that sexy body. I can totally picture him chopping a man up with a kitchen knife while smiling. That thought has moisture pooling between my legs and I squirm, trying to get some relief. Violence turns me on. He crosses the small space between us. Judging by how he's gotten in my face, I think he's finally going to take the initiative but he on

Chapter 6: The Kiss That Broke The Devil Lucian Devlin stood in the marble-tiled hallway, his silhouette commanding beneath the golden chandelier’s glow. He was carved from perfection, tall and devastating in a tailored black suit that clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist like it had been stitched directly onto his body. Crisp white shirt, black tie, polished leather shoes. Immaculate. Effortless. Dangerous.

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,

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

"I'm innocent, Evey. I didn't do it!" When I woke up, I couldn't hold back any longer. I cried out in despair. I knew the nightmare would haunt me for the rest of my life, along with those words. I submerged myself in water for a long time. However, I couldn't wash off the words on my shoulder. The words drove me crazy every time I saw them. Facing the mirror, I picked up a shard. I cut it into my shoulder. My skin split, and fresh blood blossomed. I didn't seem to feel the pain until those words became blurred.