Devilish Heart Novels & Stories

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

She intended to return to her new lover after the disgusting song was finished so that she wouldn't have to suffer with her annoying boss. “What makes someone turn evil overnight?” "Are you talking to me?" Xander lowered his head slightly to look at Angel's face, which was shining from the spotlight. “Forget it. I am no longer interested in talking to you.” "No." "What?" “No man turns evil overnight.” “Oh. I thought demons could make a man turn evil overnight.” “Demons would rather make a man fall for the temptation of a sexy woman.” Angel sighed in relief as the song stopped playing. She stepped back to get away from Xander. But something kept them pressed against each other until Angel had

Not all devils are in the fiery pit of hell. Some walk among us, cloaked in shadows, draped in silence, leaving devastation in their wake. They don't need flames to burn; a cold glance, a cruel word or a broken trust is enough to ignite him. And that's exactly what Dante was. Stone-cold. A predator in human flesh. A nightmare with a calm, handsome mask. His heart was a void, mercy went to die, and his eyes promised pain sharper than any blade. He didn't just ruin lives_he devoured them, slowly and cruelly, until that remained were echoes of despair.

“What if I want us to be together again, Eve? Try one more time and see the man that I have become?” I raised a brow, meeting his gaze again. “And what makes the present you and the before you different?” “Nobody calls me 'devil' anymore,” he replied, completely unshaken. My brows lifted. “What?” He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Everyone used to say that I was devilish because of my attitude—cold, ruthless, always ready to tear through anything that got in my way. But I can promise you, nobody calls me that anymore. They see that I’ve changed… for the best.”

"We, who were once the queens of the dark, respected and feared in all the realms. He turned us into mere whispers in the trees." The circle pulsed with energy. Hate was their tether. And it ran deep. "But I bring you good news." Venice said, her voice softening with purpose. "The devil is weak now. The once dreaded prince of hell has been weakened because of a mere mortal woman." She laughed softly. "Who could've thought that this day would come, when we'd see the prince of hell, the devil's son, whose ruthlessness runs deeper than that of the devil, himself_who could've thought that one day, he'll be nothing but a tarnished soul."

I nervously bit my lip while glancing at Damiano. “Was that really a heart I saw on the wall?” I finally asked. I may not be familiar with his world, but I wasn’t that clueless to not know what a heart with my face on it meant. Damiano frowned at my question. “A cow’s heart.” “How do you know?” “I just do.” He replied curtly, and I dropped it. I was disgusted, but kind of relieved it wasn't a real human heart. “What’s going to happen if you find him?”

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.