Devilish Synonym Novels & Stories

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

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.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

' 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 ' Devils P.O.V This can only means one thing that she isn't one her slut cause all of his sluts have fuckable bodies but she , she is so small for it This can only means one thing that she isn't one her slut cause all of his sluts have fuckable bodies but she , she is so small for it .

"The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day." "Tara, what do I need to do?" I tried as much as I could to balance my patient, because, I was already loosing it. "Lilith is a demon of the night, goddess of independence. She bore the devil, and other powerful demons. She wasn't really his mother, but she's been in existence longer than he has. The devil, or also known as Al-shaytaan or other names by other tribes, is the manifestation and personification of evil. Each demon has a form of entity where their power

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

"Brother, don't you have the slightest remorse, what you have done today?" He asked gritting his teeth. "No, not at all" Aadhi replied simply as if it was nothing for him. "You have become so evil by committing sins that even your soul has become dark. You're an emotionless person. You've no ethics. Such a Devil. You're such a disgusting man I have ever seen in my life." He chuckled in sarcasm and again continued. "What do you think of women?" "They're just like trash to me," Aadhi replied with no shame.

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

“To me, there's no difference between a child and a grown man. A child would grow up to be an adult, and an adult was once a child. They both hold the same weight to me, and both their souls power me equally.” “You're cruel,” I mutter. “No, not just cruel. You're despicable! You're a monster who should not be allowed to live!” “It's funny how you say that,” the devil replies, his voice shifting from one part of the room to another. “When I'm not the only one engaging in killing in this world.” “What?”