Devil's Knot Story Novels & Stories

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

Being the product of a broken marriage, Nathan all too painfully reminds Kate of her ex Josh, who’s now in juvie along with his gang for the stunt that they pulled last Valentine’s and the other crimes and acts of bullying that Terra managed to prove through evidential photos, vids, texts, PMs and Snaps. Nathan finishes the whole thing with a special kind of bow that he dubs the Forever Knot™ (he adds “TM” to make fun of the camp counsellor, who’s obsessed with catchphrases and trademarks). He guarantees the knot will never come loose even though it’s easy to untie. As if all those weren’t enough, he restarts with Kate’s other boot and gives her another mini-heart attack. Still, he finishes

I walked toward the cylinder, my gloved hand resting against the cold glass. “Dante wanted to harvest them. He wanted an army of slaves. He was so obsessed with the physical strength of the shifter that he ignored the spiritual anchor. He forgot that the bond is a two-way street.” I picked up a small, obsidian-capped vial from the nearby workstation. Inside, a liquid that looked like liquid shadow swirled with a faint, malevolent purple light. This was my masterpiece: the Solstice Strain.

He kissed me hard, desperate and passionate. "I am the Devil. And I will fight God himself if he tries to take you from me. Do you understand?" I nodded, sobbing, holding onto him as if he was my lifeline. "I understand. I am not going anywhere. I am staying with you. No matter what happens." "That is my girl," he whispered, holding me tight. "We will break the curse together. Or we will die together. But we will never be apart."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

By the time I was finished telling him my itchy nose story, we were both laughing hysterically. “Thank goodness Kim didn’t walk in and see me, too. We could have scarred her for life.” “It seems to me,” Devon said, “that the next time I tie you up, I had better release you before leaving the room.” “Next time?” I asked him, already excited by the thought. He answered me simply with a wink, and his naughtiest, crooked grin.

he slid his hand down her moving lips as she pleaded to him. Ignoring her pleas and struggle, he started wrapping his hand around her braid," You know there are three things the devil is known for," he stated casually. She listened to him cluelessly with tears running down her eyes. He tugged harshly at her braid, forcing her head to tilt up as she whimpered in pain. "It's Death, Chaos, and Possessiveness," his answer felt like a sheath of ice crusting over her skin. "And you know what happens when a devil gets possessive?" he shot another question nonchalantly.

He couldn't imagine what the next terrible thing he was about to do was going to feel like for both of them He moved his fingers and controlled the chains, knotting them into two sizable masses. "Oh, gods!" Doll's eyes followed them as they floated into his vision and then moved down and away. "Soot-walker, my Black Devil, you wouldn't dream of it." "I've dreamed of it many times. But with you, I can have it. I can have it all." Hades snuggled his head against Doll's neck as he sent the bundled knots of hex chain into Doll's desperate ass and seeding pocket. He'd put his cock back in his pants so he would be more inclined to hold back while he did this. He wrapped himself around Doll, bindin

He's moving in to verify. I didn’t reply, Damien could handle it without my input, but I stood by the phone anyway, waiting for the next update. Minutes dragged, then another message. Not him but got some info from another contact. They call it the Knot. Ritual work, I’ll explain when I know more. The Knot… The word throbbed like a bruise in my mind. A ritual to break and reforge bonds? If true, then the sacred was just another tool for men to twist. If Alex could unmake fate, then he could unmake everything.

“You knew he loved me, you knew he would do anything to save me, so you let him go first! Then you made sure you were the first person I saw when I woke up. You even erased my memory of him healing me!” All the ugly truths were laid bare. The report Rhys had thrown in my face flashed through my mind—Permanent Knot: Three Weeks. I lunged, grabbing Soren by the throat and slamming him against the wall. “The knot,” I snarled, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “Three weeks ago. I never intended to knot you. What. Did. You. Do?”