Falling Devil Novels & Stories

He started to fall down over the pots and other things of there because of the lack of balance. So as he was about to fall he tried to catch her and stand still. But alaas ! he fell down. The girls shawl and overcoat also fell with him because of his pulling. Now the black mark in the form of letters 'AC' on her chest was highly visible. While she came to help him to stand, he saw that mark of her chest. He got astonished for a second and then became sad. He mumbled with a shaky soft voice by pushing her outside, "I am sorry, am ABIGAL CHILD, l searched this 'AC' marked girl every where. But now time is too late. Happy to see you before my transformation.

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

“It's that all you've got?” The Devil so highly as he roared. “You disappoint me, current Alpha! You can't never surpassed the old, you will never even win over me!” Raj couldn't really understand this Devil, but he talk back as he flow high in the sky, “It's not about what I have in me!” He howled as the dimmed sky continued to felt strange. It beginning to shrink down as if to fall to th ground! “It's about your defeat and death, Devil!”

I knew she was broken, hurt and drunk so I had to be careful with the words that came out of my mouth. She placed her small slim hand on my chest and unexpectedly my hand drifted to her hip and settled there, Iwas unable to pull back."Do you know why angels fall?" I asked. She tilted her head"Why?" "Because they are tricked by the devil." "You want to say you are a devil?" She chuckled and truth be told she really looks beautiful when she laughs."Of course not." "Then why say that?ls it because you are wearing a cap and glasses?" "You don't even know my name missy"

I knelt before the real devil. "You need to be disciplined!" He stood up, grabbed a collar from the table and put it around my neck. "Now, on my command!" "Yes, Master!" I submitted to him willingly, kneeling at his feet, naked. And he exudes an ineffable sense of majesty and oppression that I have never experienced. Even the most pure angel, if she met the evil Satan, she can no longer abide by her original faith. How many fallen angels are there for the Devil? "Now, get down on the stool. You must shut up before I allow you to make a sound. If you moan, I will spank your ass. Do you understand?" He gave the order.

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.”

Deep down in her, she doubted where she could see such amount, but it looks like some conscience deep in her tells her that she can make it. Through anxiety, she slumps herself to the nearby couch she could see “What am I going to do now? Lord help me” <<<>>> AT NICHOLAS WORKPLACE He stared coldly at the work desk in disgust. Then he banged the table hard and evey single content on it flew away. After seeing the mess he caused, he picked up the telephone and dialed his secretary's number “Come up here right now” Nicholas said coldly as he hanged up the call without letting her say a thing.

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

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.