Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

Inside, she could see the blurred outline of something sleek, silver, and shaped to cut through the air faster than anything on the market. Whatever game she’d been forced into, it was bigger than she’d guessed. And for the first time since she’d entered the corridor, she wondered if even she had underestimated the danger. This wasn’t the end of the game. This was the board breaking.

“I’m sure. Go home. Say hi to Jodie for me.” Paul smiled and gave her a lazy salute. “Sure thing. See you in the morning, boss.” “Night.” As the door clicked shut behind him, Elsie returned her focus to the screen, typing into the search bar: Devil’s mirror. Dozens of irrelevant results flooded the screen—Devil’s Advocate, Devil’s Game, Devil’s Playhouse. She muttered, “No, no… not Devil’s Advocate. I’m surprised p**n didn’t pop up.” Her eyes lit up. “Ah—finally.”

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

‎But the rage sharpens. ‎Focuses. ‎Becomes something cold. ‎Surgical. ‎They part. ‎She gets into a black sedan. ‎He goes back inside. ‎I wait until her taillights disappear. ‎Then I speak. ‎“Follow her.” ‎Dmitri nods. ‎Starts the engine. ‎We pull away. ‎Quiet. ‎Deadly. ‎Because tonight, the game changed. ‎Ingrid Volkov just showed her hand. ‎And I’m going to cut it off.

Stop it, Avalor," she said, smiling more. I see, she can’t stop smiling. Her presence made me forget all that I have been through these past two days. Hilda is just the right woman for me, and I will fight until she becomes mine. "Let’s play a game," I told her. Her face changed. I guess she began to wonder what game I had in mind. "Look me in the eyes for five minutes without smiling, and I will give you 500 dollars." I brought out the money and placed it on the ground. "But if you smile, you will give me a kiss." "What!!!!!" She screamed, laughing and pointing at me. "Are you serious right now?" she asked, with her eyes roaming at the 500 dollars that I kept on the ground.

But now I hadn’t let him shuffle to the end and now I was going to scatter it all. This third round would be deadly. He smirked as the game started, it was then I noticed his looks. He had dark blue eyes, I was almost lost in them. For a moment I forgot my cards and kept staring at him. Then he smiled. That was what woke me up, and brought me back to the game, I knew that smile belonged only to the devil. The third game ended in a draw, but it wasn’t over because we were both holding on cards each.

He knew just when to bluff and just when to fold, using his quick mind and honed instincts to stay one step ahead of the curve. As the game drew on, the stakes grew higher, each man becoming more and more invested in the outcome, our determination to win etched upon our faces. Alliances were formed and broken, bluffs were called, and folds were made as the game gradually came to a close. In the end, the victor emerged, triumphant after hours of intense play.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

He looked ethereal and utterly terrifying. Master Giordano grinned, addressing the hall from his golden throne. "Everyone already knows the rules." He noticed me trembling in the line then his grin widened. "However, for the new face, I shall explain." His voice was calm, almost conversational, making the words sound even more monstrous. "The numbers on your bodies are points, and these points are to be earned by my sons." He gestured toward the six elegant boys holding guns. "The game will last for one whole hour."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.