Devils Day Party Novels & Stories

Hard music fills the overcrowded, dimly lit clubhouse. My brothers are fucked up, like always... fucking women on tables, getting blowjobs, having threesomes on the floor, and doing lines of coke. I sit at the bar, watching the chaos from a distance. My Prez, Devil, sees me and takes the seat next to mine. “Not joining again?” he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

“They’ve moved half their inner circle into the city. They were allied with my extended family but now it’s cracking. Everyone’s preparing for something.” Ayra’s fingers tightened in his. “War?” Lucian’s jaw clenched. “Something worse. The kind of silence before a bomb drops. No one’s saying anything. Everyone’s smiling at dinners. But they’re all armed under the table.” A sudden chill slid down Ayra’s spine. He continued, “There’s a masquerade tomorrow night. A gala hosted by the Talvers. It’s meant to be our territory—everyone's attending. But neutrality is fragile now.”

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

He was talking about the seal of Kilmarnock and Nichols was… "Yes. Foreign women. Harlots and dancers from all around Asia," the younger man answered while he scratched his stubble. Mathayus laughed in anger, wondering what foreign women had to do with his attack on the Duke tomorrow night, "You are not making a point." The secretary leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table in a pragmatic pose, "As I said earlier, it's a men's party. We all will surely be welcomed for our status and gender." Fed up, The Duke asked the main question on his mind to cut the to and fro balderdash short, "Good. You've explained all that. My question still remains…why are we going to a party when we haunt t

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Her father was already talking about her next outing. "Dillon, get to work. We have no time!" the Devil said sternly. "We don't have time?" Dillon asked again. " I thought you said till her next outing which should be next week" Dillon seemed to be trying to correct the Devil. "Who gave you that timetable?" the Devil clouded his eyes. "Her next outing is on Wednesday" he stated firmly. "Today is Monday" Dillon said quickly again. "I'm sorry sir" he apologized after the Devil fixed his gaze on him without saying anything.

Our Lord shall return, glorious and unblemished, marking the death of a corrupt demon and the rebirth of our beloved Deity. Join us on the 25th of November at Bare Mountain's Shadow Caverns. The party starts at 18:00. Please click the link to book your tickets. Alinta found it intriguing how this page presented a positive ideology about the Deity. Not once was the word "rogue" mentioned. Were these people associating the Deity with goodness because of his past deeds before he turned?