Devilish Heart Novels & Stories

Obsession with the Devil Intro: Kate had always craved something darker, something raw and merciless. She didn’t want love she wanted to be broken, used, and claimed by a man who had no mercy in his touch. And there was only one man who could give her exactly that. They called him the Devil. A man with no soul, no heart, and no patience for weakness. He ruled with brutality, spoke with venom, and took what he wanted without apology. Hard, ruthless, and cruel, he was the kind of danger Kate had been warned to stay away from. But she didn’t listen. She never did.

I felt the air get sucked out of the room. "He is a silent devil in human form," Lena continued. "Dangerous beyond belief. You've barely scratched the surface of who he is, Selene." She looked down at me, her face unreadable. "You might think I’m cruel. But he? He’s cruelty wrapped in charm and dressed in a thousand-dollar suit. He doesn’t do mercy. He doesn’t do forgiveness. And yet... here you are. Still breathing. Still untouched." I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

The smirk on his lips vanished, and corners of those lips quirked up to form a devilish grin. Danger! Danger! The grin on his lips was making my cheeks to burn even more. But before I could take a step back to assess my situation, he holds my hand. I struggled, trying to remove his tight grasp. "no." He shook his head, that devilish grin still plastered on his face, his eyes still sparkling with mischief. I tried harder to release his vice-like grip, but it was no use. His fingers were like dental clamps, wrapped around my hands so securely one would require pliers to release them.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

They know that Heloise Oliver is really good to them, but being good is really good, and being strict is also really strict. Heloise Oliver didn't care about this, but came up and said, 'Trisha, I entrust you with something.' Hearing this, Trisha suddenly became interested. 'What is it?' Heloise Oliver handed her the mobile phone and sink a track: 'find this to transform the heart.' Trisha just looked at it and got the impression, then looked at Heloise Oliver in surprise. 'Heloise Oliver, this demon heart, actually exists?' The so-called devil's heart is the pinnacle of today's high technology. It is said that this devil's heart is like a master key, and people who install it can have adven

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”