Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

Not nearly enough to bring me down. Darrius straightened, holding up the spiked knuckles with theatrical pride. “Oh, this? I added some little extras. A drug cocktail to weaken your system.” He tilted his head, mock-curious. “Is it kicking in now?” I gnashed my teeth, sweat beading on my forehead. My face burned, veins bulging at my temples and neck. Vision blurred at the edges. He watched me struggle and laughed again, louder this time. “Damn, it took longer than I expected. Guess it’s because you’re a powerful…” He paused for effect, then burst into hard, mocking laughter. “Alpha? Powerful, my ass.”

She yanks her hand from my grip, and leans to my ear, whispering in a tone that even I struggle to capture. "Welcome to this game, and good luck! I swear you'll regret all the humiliations you've put me and my daughter through, bitch!" The ringing of her devilish tone fades in my ear, and like judas the traitor, she kisses my cheek before marching out with a triumphant smirk! The she-Judas! The devil incarnate! A dog in a sheep's clothing! A Game!? What game? And what is it that we are gambling on? "Babe?" I turn to Damian as he speaks, my face all plastered with a coat of confusion. "Are you okay?"

The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very essence of the Devildom held its breath, anticipating the outcome. Without hesitation, Feziam made the first move, launching himself towards Azazel with a burst of infernal energy. The ground trembled beneath their feet as their powers clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Azazel swiftly evaded Feziam's initial onslaught, using his agility to his advantage.

Max smiled, pulling the towel away from her hair, letting her wet, messy blonde hair fall down her shoulders. "That… we'll see about that at breakfast."

He was a hard worker and was frequently recognized for his willingness to assist others with virtually any work-related task. Devon didn't know Isaac well, but they had chatted and joked around over various topics for years whenever they did happen to run into one another. One common topic of discussion between them had frequently been the style of Isaac's long, kinky hair, which he changed almost weekly. Devon and Isaac had shared many discussions about whether natural locks that formed from the long strands of his kinky hair should be braided into dreadlocks.

The first thing that flashed through Alice’s mind was ‘handsome’ when she saw Devon standing at the door. His enchanting eyes held captive. It was a deep blue color. The height difference between them was significant, with him towering over her. He had curly dark hair that wasn’t long or short, putting it simply. He was stunning. He walked into the room and closed the door. “How are you?” He asked with a smile on his face that warmed Alice’s heart. Devon moved closer, and Alice reacted instinctively. She moved back.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

She got shocked and asked with excitement, "You! why are you looking like me? What's the relationship of you with me? How you enter into this bathroom?" The other one had the same big jewel like bluish eyes with dark eyelashes with full of sleep as same as her. She had the same height, weight and fair skin complexion like her. Her hair was cut short and styled into a faux hawk. It's dyed cotton candy blue at the tips just like her. Other than this the girl had the same pyjamas and footwares as her. "l' am you", said the other one with a laugh. "Me!!!", asked Heaven with astonishment by widening her eyes.

Now I am just a shadow. Something grabs a lock of my hair and pulls up sharply. Getting mad, I exclaim, "Stop right now! I am sick of this game. You have already killed me, so let's get this over with." Hearing the "Hisssssss" I know that I was right all along. I wait for her to finish me off and when she doesn't, I get pissed. More pissed than I have ever been in my whole life. All I feel is a drip of something on my head and then nothing.

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.”