Falling Devil Novels & Stories

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.

19 ( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worse I'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salon And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it Anyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze

I felt the need to protect her rise stronger than sense itself. Then silence. The gunfire stopped as suddenly as it had begun. The stillness that followed was worse, filled with the sound of pain was real. There were low cries, broken sobs, and the creak of ceiling fans still turning above the smoke. I rose, half-stumbling toward where my father had fallen. Vittorio Moretti lay motionless, his once-commanding face pale and cold. My chest caved in at the sight. The urge to scream clawed up my throat, but I swallowed it. There would be time for that later. For now, there had to be control.

"Shit, Fiorella, what have you done to me? "Shit, Fiorella, what have you done to me? This angel descended from heaven to receive pleasure at the hands of the Devil, but it is the Devil who is falling for her charms; it is me who is getting lost in that angel's gaze.

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.

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.