Devils Day Party Novels & Stories

After arriving here from school, I picked up my gown from the designer and did not bother assessing the final fitting because the event has been postponed to tomorrow night- then I decided on the meal I will be preparing for the Devil tonight. Jon notified me that the party will be about forty-five minutes away from here and will be an all-nightier, so I can get away with making dinner for the Devil and arrive at least an hour before midnight. The plan is not that complex, but it is very risky. If everything goes according to plan, then I will be leaving the hotel latest midnight, Varto will park at a not suspicious nearby location so he is readily available when I need him and I will return

that's what am hoping he will do. "You're right, I guess we will have to wait." she said agreeing with me. We then talked about my matrix and the after-party I hope to host with a few of my friends. My days moves slowly and my only hope of seeing my devil anytime soon is during matriculation, so I do count the dates and my joy was without bound when the day arrived. The Party came to full swing by 2 pm, that was when my parents came with the food also to share and that was when most of the people I invited started coming. I keep checking the time and looking around hoping to see the devil but he still isn't here yet.

"Offer a man power, and he shall do anything for you. But even though I love to chat, it is time for the next show." I listen in horror as he starts to recite the ancient words of a spell I know that is not in the Seven Spells. This man is clearly trying to take a shortcut, though now is not the time for me to worry about how stupid he truly is. The voices of the witches screech over the howls of the wolves. The Demons start to scatter around as I watch in horror as the ground beneath them begins to open. The Devils Trap, a spell that consumes the earth and everything above it, the process has started and will not stop until all in the stadium has been sucked in. This will go wrong; this spe

In the lavish halls of a botanical garden, a party is being held where a large exchange of smuggled goods is happening in the guise of a charity party. Devon, for the first time since she became Daemon’s wife, came into the party with her husband by her side. It’s her first public appearance since she disappeared. Everybody is looking at them weirdly as they emerged from the Porsche and gave the valet their key. They entered the venue with all the eyes on them as the guests are whispering to each other.

It wasn’t anybody terrifying – though he suspected that some people might disagree with him on that point – since it was Dillon Saunders, his fellow badass, kick-ass bouncer. Dillon nodded in greeting, Curtis returned it. Dillon stalked over to the staffroom, shedding his heavy leather jacket as he went, returned a minute later. He looked around the room, checking things with his practiced eye, then headed over to Curtis. “OK night?” Dillon said in his husky voice, without preamble or small-talk, as per usual. “Trouble?” “None,” Curtis replied. “Tables to watch?” Curtis gestured at one near the pool tables. “The Road Devils are here tonight.”

“We won’t let you die from no cuddles. We’ll sneak home even if we do sleep theres.” “Thank you, angel.” I profess, petting his silky hair. “You know, this is such good news that I think we need more than the fair to celebrate.” Devon announces, gesturing at the carnival around us. “I think we need fireworks.” The pups stop in their tracks, their eyes wide and their faces lighting up with happiness. “Fireworks?” “That’s right.” He confirms, “I mean the city will set of big fireworks at midnight, but I thought you might like to set off some of your own.” He suggests thoughtfully, rubbing his chin, “of course if you don’t like that idea –”

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.

It was the pre reminder of having rainfall. After a lot of silly coaxing, he managed to persuade Veronica in joining the party with him. No doubt, Herman would send him back to bring Veronica again. Though Asher had asked them to stay in house, they didn't care much since nothing happened meantime. The party was held in Herman's private mansion. It was quite far from their own house and Blake drove the car personally to arrive there. Veronica and Blake had matching outfit co incidently. She had worn a black backless gown with silver thread work onto it. Surprisingly, Blake had worn black retro suite with a silver bruce on it. They appeared like a match made in heaven.

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.