Heaven's Devil Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

"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.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

At one moment he was staring at her with wide eyes and a dry mouth of words, at another, his neck was broken and his eyes were opaque and lifeless. The star of the bone breaking in the priest's neck reborn in his ears, although it did not last long, because trumpets sounded above, far above his head, light years up from the sky, where He watched her once again condemn her next reincarnation. Where her dogs and angels roared in fury for her actions in life and expelled her from heaven for another century.

So enjoy each and every moment instead of stressing yourself out. See you soon. (DEVIL) Who on the earth is this person? Devil. That means it's a male person. But who can it be?

Model and would-be actress who thinks the sun shines out of her darkest recess but thinks her sun shines brighter than Pearl's. Rene Ashton: Three times divorced mother of the twins and Amelia, who doesn't know the meaning of the word 'maternal'. Always out for what she can get. Nick Henderson: Multi-millionaire vocalist of chart-topping band Hero. Tall, dark and as hot as hell. Partner in more ways than one of Gabriel. Gabriel Swann: Multi-millionaire drummer of chart-topping band Hero, Six foot three of blonde tanned hotness. Partner of Nick. Pete Coates: Multi-millionaire guitar player of chart-topping band Hero. Husband of Juliet, and father to Polly.

Luca lifted a brow, and didn't see it coming when she touched his face with one finger. “You look like God,” she whispered. His brow knitted together, waiting for an explanation. “But you're the devil. Somewhere in between then? Isn't Lucifer like a God?” “Actually, he was an Angel,” he corrected. “Ha,” she mused with squinted eyes in heavy concentration. “A God and the devil. That's the greatest metaphor, if I've ever heard one.” Her fingers pinched and squeezed the juice from his beards that had not dried up yet, and she sucked it into her mouth to taste herself.