Devil Up Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Determined I gripped his collar and smashed my lips on his but before that, a strong commanding voice, broke all my courage for the night. "Touch her and I promise that she would be the last girl, you will ever touch." Why? Why do things like this only happen to me? I groaned inwardly. But didn't dare to turn towards the owner of the voice, which we all know belongs to the devil himself. R.I.P Tiara Williams. ********************************************************* Hey, guys here is the 6th chapter of savour. Sorry for the late update. But I hope you loved the chapter. Don't forget to vote comment and share. Love you guys.

“Command me, little devil. Demand your pleasure.” . The End.... Or is it?!!! Okay, there's a bonus chapter.... A. Gupta

I had tears in my eyes looking at his satisfied face. "Fuck, yes. Suck it!" "Uhmmm..." He came out faster, because maybe he was going to come out like I did before. I closed my eyes every time his tip hit my throat. Later he gasped and quickly pulled the length out of my mouth. I sat down while he took out the white liquid in front of me. I looked down crying. This man is a demon. There is no any other heartless demon living in this world, but him. "We're just starting woman. Get up!"

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

Boiling in anger, I did not know if he was going to report me to Tobias, but I will let him know what he was trying to do. Walking out of the bar, it was so late. Tobias was no longer around. I tried looking for Daphne, but she left early. I boarded a cab towards Tobias's house, finally halting from the car. I stepped towards the entrance; the door was all open. It was so suspicious. Climbing the stairs up to meet Tobias, a strange noise caught my attention. Increasing my pace, walking upstairs towards our room, I could hear the voice clearly. It was as if a lady was moaning. I got angry, my blood boiling, opening the door in anger.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

A terrifying aura surged out as Wilbur activated his domain. He raised the halberd high above his head, shouting, "Dawn of Twelve Chapters: Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss!" Terrifying spiritual flames shot into the air as a sense of overwhelming hopelessness and loneliness overtook everyone. A thick, black cloud rose above the ocean, forming a gigantic whirlpool that began to spin. Wilbur, Atrus, and the sixty Sanctuary cultivators began losing their spiritual energy.