Devil's Sister Novels & Stories

Right now as I watch this little show I am conflicted between wanting to slap my sister and shouting I told you so. Azaelyth looks between us all mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish. Her eyes land on me and I tilt my head to the side, she looks away then down at her hands. I watch as her shoulders droop, oh she is good, I think as I watch my sister go to comfort her. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” My stupid sister says as she rubs her back. The she-devil looks up at my sister with tears in her eyes, this bitch is so fucking good.

Chapter 82: The Devil’s Confession IRIS By the time she was done explaining everything to me, my eyes were already swallowed due to too much tears. My nose was already running with mucus. And my body shivering, my mouth shuddering, unable to form a proper sentence without stammering. Ohh moon goddess. So this bitch, this devilish woman killed my mother, because of a man? How stupid was she when she was a teenager? How foolish could she be then? Plotting against your own sister because of a man?

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

"Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?" I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile. "Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den." I gripped the glass tightly. As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.

“Are you threatening me?” She shrugged her shoulders like a conniving woman she is. “I can clear your friend's name like the murder never happened. I can give your club back to you. You just have to ask me, Nik. You just have to ask me.” The corner of my lips rose into a devilish smirk. “You're using the devil's way against the devil? You do realize that we share the same blood, mother.” She lifted her chin. “That is why you know that I’m capable of ruining your club completely, including your friend's name. Obey me, and your friend will be free. From charges and accusations.”

♧RIO POV♧ I'm thinking about my sister pain and slept I dont know when I slept but when I opened my eyes I'm in a cage and everything is dark what the hell who dared to cage me did I died and reborn somewhere else no no where I'm struck I started shouting "viri, viri devil, devil, you there" no reply came what happened to her did someone hurted my sister no the only family I have now is she only I will protect her at any cost

“Your sister had Bucky as a result, Yrah.” Yrah’s heart was slowing down to a halt. Myocardial infarction would be welcome now. The world seemed to be slowing down, too, and she could hear her own breath catching with an echo. Did she hear it right? The man her sister had called the Devil… was the man Yrah had willingly offered her virginity to?

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.