Falling Devil Novels & Stories

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

Hope whines and then we’re moving fast and our feet are finding the ground again. The devil takes a couple steps back, then slowly and carefully falls to one knee. If I were in my human form I might laugh without being able to control it, a nervous trait. The sight of this male who could probably breathe fire from his mouth and gut this forest and everything in it in minutes… Goddess if all those assholes at school could see me now. A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

he said to me, falling to the floor and squirming about, vomiting blood. In less than four minutes, the deva kicked the bucket.

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

But the numbers were too great. With a brutal, coordinated tear, three massive rogues clamped their jaws around Devon’s legs, violently dragging him down into the bloody snow. Devon let out a strangled gasp, his fingers scraping uselessly against the frozen crust as his strength finally evaporated. He fell flat on his back, his body drenched in his own blood, completely overwhelmed by the slavering pack.

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.