Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men. “What the fuck is going on!?” The men looked at each other in shock and horror. “Shut up, boys!” Demetria snapped. “I will start counting now. 1…2…5…7…10. Start fighting, or I will burn you all to ashes! Begin now!” she commanded, her voice echoing around the room. The men have no choice but to face each other. The death game has just begun. Men are attacking and killing each other to death.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

My gaze returned to the sorry old man, and I began to roll my sleeve as I watched him avoid my gaze. “You were very confident you would pay me back in three months, still, I gave you six. What did you do with the money?" He opened his mouth to respond but I beat him to it. “You gambled it away. Since you love to play games, Mr Nova, let's play a little game called bullseye.” The corner of my lips twitched, and my eyes twinkled as two more of my boys carried a dart board into the room. “Please Diavolo, Please!” he began to scream as my boys strapped his wrist and ankles to the board they quickly nailed on the wall.

"Because it looked to me that for a second there, you forgot he was the enemy and got caught in his spell." I froze. "I can't believe you'd think that. Oh my God, Paul. How could you even think for a microsecond that I'd forget how evil that bastard is! Santiago is trying to play some kind of sick, twisted game and you keep on falling for it. You keep on giving him the exact reactions he wants." "I can't pretend like you." He made a face. "I can't stand ten feet within him and act like I don't want to punch his smug face in."

This devil. Devi ran charged throwing his foremans against Hunter who cleverly ducked them and swung the spanner at him. Devi blocked the spanner with his hand and quickly elbowed Hunter in the face, he dropped the spanner. He grabbed Hunter and pulled him to smash him with his head but Hunter responded fast by pushing him away. While Devi staggered backwards, Hunter jumped at him with a punch which landed on his face and he hit the wall with a thud. “Help!” Ludo screamed in another room.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

My eyes darkened with rage and my fingers fisted on his head and pulled his hair back as he screamed in pain. “You cheated me,” I said softly, almost conversationally. “Corrupted everything you touched. And now? Now I’ll corrupt you.” He sobbed. “N-no- m-more- please, God, mercy-” I smiled then. Cold. Empty. “ Don't ask God for mercy. It’s me in front of you. The devil. Adrian Valente “ “Let’s play a game, Mathew,” I said, releasing his hair. He slumped forward, wheezing as I stepped back, smirking and clearly enjoying it all.

The man stopped talking, and I could tell that he even held his breath, waiting for what I was going to say. The man wasn’t even aware that he was speaking to the demon himself. If he believed that he could play a game of devils, then he would need to know who he was playing against. The man was trying to play a dangerous game, and the thing was, he was choosing the wrong person to play against.

She frantically ran and checked all the windows which also wouldn’t budge. Out of nowhere a fire blazed from the hearth and again Jess found herself face to face with the demon that had been stalking her. “Gotcha pretty girl.” Its smile curled back over its sharp teeth. Faster than Jess could comprehend the Demon had her by the ankles and was dragging her to the fire. Jess screamed but there was no one here to hear her. She thrashed around but was over powered. All she could do was grasp for something to hold on to. Her hand found the bedframe and she held for as long as she could. The demon laughed a raspy laugh and gave her a yank pulling her into its embrace. It walked with her into

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.