Devoted Novel Novels & Stories

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

And now, all she wanted was to divorce Ansel. Odessa's heart went numb with pain, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks. She pushed Ansel away and said, "Do you remember when we first got together at 17? I told you I'd leave without hesitation if you ever betrayed me. You promised you never would. It was a matter of principle." When she'd been murdered, her killer had stabbed her 17 times. Each wound was a cruel echo of the blind devotion she'd held at 17. Ansel's gentle mask cracked. His eyes grew cold, glittering with disdain. "Principle?" he scoffed. "Do you really think something we said as kids still matters?

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

Worried, Julian dragged me to see a psychologist, who examined me and concluded that I had persecutory delusions. That was ridiculous. The plot of the novel was crystal clear in my mind. After I told Brigitte about my theory, she laughed it off, saying that I had fallen off the stairs and scrambled my brains a while back. But I didn't have a single memory of ever falling. Once Julian found out about my weird fears, his inner clinginess spiked to an extreme level. Or maybe that was his true color. He spent less time at the firm and more time hovering around me. Every day, he'd find an excuse to lure me over. Sometimes, it felt like he wanted to stuff me into his pocket and carry me everywhere

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

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Just as he left a middle aged woman came into the room she gently cleaned the girl and put a neat dress and left the room. She came out to the living room and reported to Devian, "Master I have cleaned and tidied the girl" Devian nodded and walked inside the room. He sat down on the couch, picked a file and started reading it. Suddenly he heard the girl saying, "stop, no stop, stop the fire, somebody please help" Devian walked towards the girl, gracefully. He sat down, she was still mumbling in her dreams. Devian could not help but reach out to pinch her delicate face.

​He whispered, caressing the short strands of hair falling behind her ear, placing his other hand on her waist to draw her close with firm warmth: — "Even if you are uncertain of your feelings toward me in this moment... even if you are using my devotion to escape your pain... keep going, Eileen. Use my love more and more; use me as you wish. For I am yours, and your acceptance of me, in whatever way it comes, is all I have ever wanted."

She bit her lip, smiling devilishly as she got a naughty plan in mind. She put the book on the sofa and moved closer to him. “What book are you reading?” she asked, their faces very close. She held back her laughter as she looked at the book in his hand. He was reading a meditation book on how to calm the mind in 5 minutes. He tried to smile at her and avoided her eyes with his reddened cheeks. She then rested her head on his chest with her arms wrapped around his waist. She smiled devilishly when she heard his heart thudding.