Devilish Demon Novels & Stories

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

DAPHNE ~✼~ Where was the girl who didn't give a fuck about Alex? Where was the girl who wasn't scared of anything? Where was the girl who dared to slap a mafia don a few seconds ago? You're right, gone. Replaced with this sinful and lustful part of her. The one which wanted to feel his cock slide down her throat, the one who wanted to taste his cum, savour it and devour it like it was the sweetest thing.

***** ~Author’s POV~ “My, my, my…” Vesper purrs, blowing an air kiss. “My Sweet Possession. I knew you’d come to me.” Lucy glares at him, hatred burning in her eyes. He looks exactly as he did in her nightmares— Towering with broad-shoulders, eyes like pits of shadow, sharp canine teeth. Long, glowing fingers twitching with dark energy, his hair black as midnight. Vesper is the embodiment of a devil’s charm. He's beautiful, deadly and soulless.

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.

I repeated, but softer this time, like I wasn’t convincing even myself. Rinaldi leaned forward, eyes dark and gleaming. “You should’ve listened to your father, Adrian. He warned you… you trust too fast. You love too deeply. And when you do..” He laughed, a disgusting, broken sound. then he continued to complete the rubbish he was saying. “she will be the one to end you.” Isabella. Her name hit me like a knife. Before I could think, I fired. The bullet ripped through his head. The body fell—hard, lifeless.

“I am just a worker whose job is to appease men.” Dante's face hardened. “I know a lie when I hear one.” he said as he caught my hands before I could undo one of his buttons. I flinched and stared at him. “What is your name?” “Emily.” I blurted out. “You are not like the rest.” he told me as he ran his fingers through my hair. “And what are the rest?.” I dared to ask. Dante smirked. An evil one. “Fearful. They possessed fear. You don't.”

After riots, they usually get wasted or stoned as f---. At the moment I wasn’t challenging a masochist, certainly not a dog, but a devil. Should I act preppy or cute? NO! That’s disgusting. Act pathetic and beg? NO. That’s a loser’s thing. They say all I needed to do with a demon was cut its horns. How though?! I couldn’t even see the horns. "Fight me with your best, otherwise I’ll kill you. If you win, you and your brother will have your lives,” he said.

" Asked Devora. Elly looked at Devora with a proud smile, " The Demon Emperor promised me that he would make me a full -fledged demon spirit and he would give me an immortal human body if I could inflict suffering on many people. But unfortunately, he was defeated by his opponents in the past. But before he was finally defeated and imprisoned in the sacred chest, he sent messages using telepathy to his human disciples and evil souls like me. He promises that he will return and whoever obeys his command about sowing evil will have a reward when he returns. He also spread evil soul like me on various objects such as amulets, but I don't have the ability to come out of the amulet. But now that

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”