Devilish Laugh Novels & Stories

"Save me all that shit lilac, you belong to me not to that bastard." His laughter only irritates and infuriates me, if not for this bar I would have sent him to his creator, rid the world of it number one threat. "What's so funny, I'm trying to save your skin even after you made a joke out of mine." His face become serious and he shoved his hands into his pocket, "it's doesn't matter, I know you as the devil's child, you are not saving me you are condemning me, you selfish bastard!"

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

"Yeah, but you can't just ask me to do it here, you know. There are literally a lot of people around." "Do you want me to scare them away?" My jaw fell open. "What?!" "Oh, nothing darling." Valerian flashed a sly smile. "You really are a devil," I blurted out. Valerian laughed. "Well, I shoot my shot." "Pervert," I remarked as I grinned. Valerian laughed even louder. I saw how his shoulders moved up and down as his angelic laugh enveloped my hearing. Gosh. . . he sounded so heavenly.

It takes several minutes to sink in and help the fire on my skin. His freakish laughter fills the room again. “You think you’ll win but that won’t happen. You and your husband have a lot to pay for. Your death will only be icing on the cake.” His eyes are demonic with no humanity in their evil depths. “Take the rest of your clothes off and understand I’ll punish you for every fuck up.”

“How did you get in here? I’ll call the cops!” He tilted his head, that smirk widening to reveal sharp canines that glinted like knives. “Oh, sweet Annabel. You know exactly who I am. You summoned me. Quite vividly, I might add. Dared me to come down and… what was it? ‘Eat your pussy like I mean it’? ‘Bend you over and make you scream’?” I stared, then burst out laughing—drunken, disbelieving hysteria. “The Devil? With horns? You? You’re way too handsome to be the Devil. You look like some cosplay model from a bad porno. This is a hallucination. I’m wasted.”

I warn him yet again, my hands busy turning me to Picasso with a contour brush to my face re-applying my smeared make up, I threaten him with a smile on my face as I practice the best version of my fake smiles to give to the audience when I leave this bathroom and head back out to the party. It really does feel like making a deal with the devil, the atmosphere becomes quiet and dingy, I can hear a pin drop at this point, the hairs on my arms and neck are as erect as if electric charges had passed through them or something. " Okay okay I hear you, just stop with the mention of death it's too gruesome for me," that is so ironic coming from the Devil himself. I honestly cannot picture the Devil

He's tone and the way he scrunched his face in disgust was way too funny. Once again giving out a sad yet genuine smile I said. "The Devil was also once an angle, wasn't he?"

Dravena, laughing in my head so hard she sounded like she’d fallen off her throne. “This is hilarious,” she cackled. “He really wants head pats. Oh, Lilith, just give the poor wolf a pat before he actually kills your friends.” She wasn't joking. Because judging by the murderous glare Dervic was throwing at Theila and Lora, something told me he was absolutely serious. “Now,” Dervic hissed, his aura surging forth, ready to burst and crush both Theila and Lora where they knelt. “Prepare to die—”

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

"You'll pay for this, Delilah. We swear it." Delilah's laughter was like a wild, untamed animal, escaping from her throat with a fierce, hysterical intensity. Her body shook with the force of it, her eyes flashing with a manic gleam. The twins were taken aback, their faces pale with shock. They had never seen Delilah like this before, her usual composure shattered by some inner turmoil. As her laughter continued to echo through the room, Delvin and Maldive exchanged a nervous glance. They didn't know what to do, how to stop her or what was driving her to this wild, unhinged behavior.