His Little Devil Is Back Novels & Stories

He nodded to my father, completely ignoring me. "Angelo, have a seat," my father said, gesturing to the other end of the table. Angelo sat down, lacing his fingers on the table. "I hear the Moretti family is making a very generous offer. But I'm here to remind you of the price for making a deal with the devil." My father's face tightened. "I'm here to make a real proposal. One that will truly solidify the alliance between our families." Angelo's gaze swept the room.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

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.”

“For the desires that were left behind And the ties that were never tied, For the good that was thrown in well And the sadness that was wept, He shall come back to mend what was broken, To redeem the betrayal that was hung heavily in the air, To bow in front of breaths that died seeking his affection. A time will arrive when the devil will redeem for the sins he committed with passion. Because sometimes, one life isn’t enough for redemption.” The witch announced, and the deadly silence evaporated with the hope of a new sunrise.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

I asked as I climbed into the backseat, no idea where the hell we were headed while our party was still on. I sat in silence as Dean walked around and joined me in the backseat. He wiggled his tie, loosening it. “My hot wife,” he finally turned to me as the car drove out the venue, “We all have devils in us. You lately have begun to tease mine." “You sound like a villain in a badly scripted movie,” I said, and he laughed. “Keep it up. You are almost there.” “Where?” He brought his middle finger up and ran it down my cheek, “My devil is crawling to the surface, attracted by the drums you won’t stop beating.”