Devil Town Lyrics Novels & Stories

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

She heard the rumor that this devil never fuck from the front because he didn't to like to see the face of the one he was fucking. And that's moments she determinate she will mould him, the devil, according to her, how she will enjoy but this is completely different now, she shouldn't accept the offer, she can't even say 'NO' to this devil now since she knew one word escape from her lips and she will never see sunrise again, so it's smarter to stay quiet and hang tight for it to end and yet she was in uncertainty assuming that she truly can leave his underhanded paws..

Thunder cracked in the distance. And in his mind, Nirvana's screams echoed. The devil had never known what it felt like to lose his soul. Until now.

After years of sponsorship, my family raised nothing but an ingrate. Since he turned out to be a heartless ingrate, there was no reason for me to be nice. I bought a bottle of paraquat and mixed it into the alcohol. Under the pretense of apologizing, I knocked on Timothy's door and drank with him all night. Halfway through, he seemed to notice something was wrong. "Why does this liquor taste strange?" He put the glass down and examined it carefully, but it was already too late. The poison took effect. He started foaming at the mouth.

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

“Like I said earlier, they could kill hundreds of people per day, so it’s likely that the devil you fought that night wasn’t one of the ancient devils.” “Hhhmmm, yes, it might be true, but how about the two other ancient devils?” Aimer and Aahva exchanges their glances, their eyes unchanged and still the same. Aimer nods. They both sit back on the sofa casually. And Aimer speaks up.

His closeness always affects me so that I want to drown in it but a devil-like him can't confuse my soul This is my chance to save Thomas from the clutches of devil

“Oh…shit!!” Phone switched off !!!

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.