Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

I had agreed to it to save my fucking face and not look cowardly but now? I was going to fucking beat him in his own games. "If I find out you are playing dirty Devon, I'm going to call off the bet." I announced, his face twisted into a frown as he watched me. "What do you mean?" He scoffed confused. "It means game fucking over! You lose and I'm fucking done with the whole bet!" I snapped, smiling as I watched his face turn red from anger. "What? But that not fair." "Why would you even care? You are not playing dirty or are you?" I chuckled and he scoffed.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

A pattern of black, so sinister in its colour, tied in two braids and left resting somewhere near his neck against skin that’s the colour of sun-baked sand. With the way the gangsters crowd him—they are like soldiers guarding their king and it is painfully obvious that he is powerful. Two gangsters grip Lucas and force his face upward to look at the devil. But Lucas doesn’t just look—he struggles when he sees the devil. He thrashes like he’s trying to escape a nightmare made real.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

He disappeared in the shadows. The game has started. The other man looked at him for a moment before leaning forward once more, his nostrils flaring. "You smell so good," Win murmured. Adom bit his lip. "I smell the same as I always have." Win shook his head. "No . . . I can smell the fire on you . . . the blood." The devil blinked in confusion, but before he could say anything else, the other man took hold of his waist and turned him, his back slamming into the shield.

Made me understood that father’s game was all over too. Then Madarashi put the dagger on the ground and calmly came and untied me. I was still conscious and unconscious at the same time. But this was the time I got to my senses and witnessed ‘The DEVIL’ for the first time. I looked at his face, he was insanely smiling and then burst into laughter. He looked like a freaking devil at that time. I really freaked out at that time. But suddenly he calmed down and said,

I have to convince you that Lucian hates me now. "Well then tell me why your face is all over the country? Tell me why you are on the front cover of his game, which is displayed on half of the billboards across the country?!" "What are you talking about?" "Why did you think those people were surrounding you at the mall? Because they recognize you as the face in their favorite game! Don't fool me bitch" Game? My face? Lucian has launched his game? And he actually used my face? I thought Layla was joking around. It must have been a successful project, seeing how many people recognized me in this small town. I wonder how big the hit is in Yakas. Why did he use my face after everything? He shoul

Now he fucking knows his ass is mine until I put a bullet in his fucking heart. And I fucking will too. But for now, we're gonna play a fucking game, Devil and I, and I know I'm gonna fucking enjoy every. Fucking. Minute of it. I keep my eyes on the two of them as they fuck like bunnies in the open forest, thinking they're all the fuck alone. Surprise, though, I'm fucking here and I will make my fucking presence known. Until the time is fucking right, I'll stay on his ass like flies on shit, making sure I don't let him, Travis, or his little fuckdoll Myla out of my motherfucking sight. After all, it's fun to play with your food before you make it disappear, don't you fuckin agree?

The soft snap of the deck filled the room, a strange but welcome sound against the otherwise quiet backdrop. “Feel better?” he asked suddenly, glancing up from the deck of cards he was shuffling. “A little,” Ayra replied. "It's just a scrape. Doesn't hurt too badly." Ayra curled her legs beneath her, the oversized sweater swallowing her frame, and watched as Lucian deftly dealt the cards. They started with a simple game of War, the rules so straightforward that it allowed Ayra’s mind to wander. Lucian played with an ease that belied the tension of their circumstances, his movements fluid as he flipped card after card.