His Little Devil Is Back Novels & Stories

"And plus, that will come much later. After I mark you." Mark me. My head began to grow dizzy, and I felt my body purring like a cat. "Okay," I said, giving him my hand. He snaked his out, wrapping his fingers around my own, he brought my hand toward his mouth. "You're already making deals with the devil, Little One. Be careful, you may begin to enjoy my company." I snatched my hand away. "Tell William I'm ready," I said, avoiding his eyes. He chuckled. "I left you a pair of boots by the door. I'll see you soon, Little One."

I could imagine how she was probably cursing me right now. Little Red: That's splendid, I will text you the details later. It is just a meet up nothing else. The Devil: I understand your fiance will be mad if he finds out you are on a date with your ex-husband. I teased to push her buttons. Little Red: It isn't a date, just a meet-up. The Devil: Feel free to believe what you want. By the way, if I am to die a hundred times, I will gladly do so as long as you accompany me.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song 'Mistress' hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn't an accident. The devil's contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame, so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker." She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. "Devil? So — mafia devil?" He chuck

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

'And who the fuck is Leone fucking Andreotti?' What a mouth. What a foul mouth. Suddenly, my pants are just too tight. Agent....Thirteen… She has no idea, but she just summoned the fucking devil, and he wants so badly to play with her. Who knew those lips... those dark embers in her eyes would arouse me so much?

‘Oh yeah, Just a coincidence that as soon as you leave, he becomes the devil! ‘Well, that's what happened whether you believe it or not!’ ‘I chose not to! It's fucking clear this is why the Devil is back’. He laughed sarcastically, which only angered me more, ‘He has nothing now, you took his kid! The last thing he had! What's he got now, Luke?! Huh?!’ I balled my fist up ready to pop him right in the mouth but before I could Thomas and Joey got between us, pushing us apart.

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

“Tell me, how many nights has she slept beside you, thinking you’re just a cursed soul in need of love? What will she do when she sees what you really are?” I turned fast, slamming him into the wall, though my hand passed halfway through him, half shadow, half flesh. “Stay away from her.” Mordecai’s grin didn’t falter. “You can’t threaten me with the same anger that made me. You forget, Azrael, I am you. The part that slaughtered your blood, the part that smiled while the world burned.” “Not anymore.” He leaned close, his whisper colder than winter. “You can dress it in softer colors, share a bed, pretend the devil deserves love, but you and I know what’s coming. Nine months left, remember?