Devilish Name Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

I pour another drink, downing it in one motion before the glass even touches the table. “Ivy.” Her name tastes like poison. I spit it out. “Ivy,” I repeat, bitter and guttural. “Of all the women in Velmara, of all the bodies he could’ve crawled into, he chose her.” The word hangs in the air like a curse. My laugh is hollow now, no humor, just despair cracked wide open. The drink in my hand trembles. My nails dig crescents into the glass stem. My chest rises and falls, wild, erratic.

The ground split open, a narrow fissure glowing faintly, and from it rose a single truth, pressed into Sarai’s mind with ruthless clarity: For the child to remain hidden, the devil must be bound. Malik sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s it,” he said quietly. “That’s the cost.” “No,” Sarai said immediately, shaking her head. “There has to be another way.” He cupped her face, forehead resting against hers. “Love was never free, Sarai. I just didn’t know it would ask this much.” “What does bound mean?” she whispered. Aunt Dee answered, voice heavy. “It means his access to the underworld will be severed. His name will stop carrying weight there. He won’t be hunted but he won’t be feared either.”

“Fine. But only slightly. Wait, can I touch it again? They’re so soft.” I didn’t have the chance to shake my head before she slipped behind me and cupped both of my boobs, giving them a firm squeeze. My jaw dropped. How long would I work here before this woman drove me crazy? ______ Diabla. That was what the name on my employee tag read. My parents had named me Angelika thinking I would be a real life angel, only for Siren to turn me into the devil’s incarnate. She thought it would be fun to give me a nickname that was the opposite of my name as soon as she worked her magic on my appearance.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

( AVA'S POV ) “ Wash his scent off you. “ Sebastian ordered me. Still electrified by fear I went into the bathroom to take a bath. Sebastian walked inside the bathroom still in his monstrous form. I couldn't look at him, I was livid. “ Now do you understand when I say that you don't know who I am? “ His voice was different, dark and in multiple tones. “ Who… who are you? “ I stuttered. “ I am the devil. “ He answered crude. His reply caused my heartrate to increase, I gave him a fixed stare now taking his looks into consideration. Of course he was the devil with all those supernatural feats of his. “ Lucifer morningstar is my real name. “ “ Not Sebastian? Why will you live under a fake name?

“Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.” He bowed his head and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I waited until he was gone to ask Luca about him. “Who was that?” “Viktor Volkov.” Luca said, watching the man’s retreating form with an intense gaze. “Alpha of the Eastern Ridge pack. He’s an ally, for now.” “For now?” I asked with a frown. “In our world, alliances are seasonal.” He turned to me, his expression hardening. “Come, the guests are leaving, we need to go.”

the devil cat replied dissatisfied. Ding Hao shook his head and did not know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of ancient soul the little cat swallowed up? After the evolution, he actually became like this. This was completely on the way to blackening. Ding Hao shook his head and said, "Now that you are so naughty, I will give you a name. Hao about Evil Moon?" "Miaow, Evil Moon? The evil moon? That's a good name." The devil cat accepted it with excitement.

Then without wasting any moment, he started kneading my br**sts and I moaned, “Oliver…” His face darkened hearing that name and his hands on my breast turned rough and harsh. “My name is Gael, call me that.” I was amused by his confession, I never knew that the devil has a name also. That thought never crossed my mind. “Say it,” Looking me lost in my own thoughts, the devil pinched my ni**les and commanded. “Gael,” I exclaimed and he then again took my lips into his mouth. “It sounds so amazing from your mouth, even if it’s the last time I am listening my name from your mouth it would be worth it, Ella,” Gael said and then thrust inside me powerfully.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"