Devilish Laugh Novels & Stories

chapter 2: a deal with the devil Kayla laughed. It was not a nervous laugh or a soft giggle - it was a loud, unstoppable laugh, the type that comes when things around you are just too strange to understand. She grabbed her stomach, shaking her head. "You expect me to believe this? she said between fits of laughter. "You? The devil? And me your avatar? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever -" Before she was done, a loud noise filled the room. The air got hot as fire burst from the person's hand, forming a bright ball of flames. Suddenly, he threw it at her.

I tremble when I hear that low deep laugh in his throat. ‘’Good girl.’’ The sinister edge within that normally happy sound makes my insides crumble to dust. Fear upping a gear as I realise this is not what I hoped it would be. Two words, spoken in that voice that always drags me to heel. I just unleashed the devil.

Grand Lord Daemon was making his way back to his fortress after a late hunt, when Wilson joined him on his stroll. “ I wonder what a vibrant young man like you, is doing outside his chamber by this time of the night, when you should be in the warm hands of beautiful Barbra." He joked but unfortunately he was left to laugh at his own joke. For only the bearer of a shoe knows where he is itching. Daemon shot him a dreadful glance that caused him to choke on his own saliva.

My thoughts ran wild, each one chasing the other with no answers. Down the corridor, a sharp sneer cut through the silence. I spun around. Damon stood there, his lips twisted in a mocking smile. “It’s called madness to laugh at nothing,” I said coldly. “It’s called madness to think I laugh without reason,” he shot back. “There is no reason for you to laugh,” I retorted. He stepped closer, eyes glinting. “I just watched my prey make a pact with the devil. Tell me, why wouldn’t I laugh?”

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Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit–! But the demigod just let out a short, scoffing laugh, looking a bit smug (instead of getting offended) like a cat that got the canary–or the cream, whatever works–as he coughed in his fist and half-turned away from the camera, one of his shoulder trembling visibly with barely-restrained laughter. Of all the things Alastor expected right now (shock, disbelief, I don’t know maybe disgust), being laughed at didn't really cross his mind.

She burst into a small laugh, infection too because I laughed as well, hard too. "I'll be back," She said and disappeared from the door, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. I was still smiling when she left, the sound of her laughter lingering long after her footsteps faded. It was absurd how easily she pulled it out of me. Me—Azrael, who hadn’t laughed in centuries, whose life was shadow and silence. And yet, with her in my room, teasing me about bathing, all it took was a look for the corners of my mouth to betray me.

They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable. “Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence. His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet b

he asks. I open my mouth to say that Jose should take him so I can control the situation here once the cops come out, but the voice that erupts from my throat isn’t my own. It’s that laugh, that terrible, grating fucking laugh. The demon’s laugh. Jose’s eyes widen in horror at the sound. Several of the men around me flinch away. Even Terry’s scream cuts out. I clamp my mouth shut, but the damage is already done. Silence rings around us for a moment before the fear on the foreman’s face sours to disgust.

The commander was so angry that he demoted him on the spot as an example! Breathing shakily, he pressed a kiss upon my skin. "I'm glad you're a more sensible wife than that, Lucy… What more could a man ask for?"