Hostage To The Devil Novels & Stories

Every time I see the clumsy human beings struggling to lock the door, I wonder if I would have been faster if I were a character in that film, if I could have locked the church door before the devil entered. It’s not that humans can’t lock the door. The devil was faster. And in this horror movie, which is my life, the devil has the speed of light. Before I could lock it, Alessandro held the knob from the other side and pushed it open with so much force that I fell back, landed on my ass. Way to embarrass yourself, Luna. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked me. I am the one who got kidnapped. I am the one who got humiliated. I am the one who is being used as a bargaining chip. I am the one

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

She took a deep breath, “ A few years ago, the Devil took over. He is more ruthless than his father was. People fear breathing the wrong way in front of him.” “Devil?” Zarmeenay asked, shocked. “Hazik Sheraazi. I have heard that he enjoys inflicting pain on his victims, people beg for death being under his investigation. Even though he is really handsome, I’d never wish to see him.” Razia shivered.

“He coordinates. He taps manifests. Guys from— from other crews get moved under him. He’s clean on paper. He’s… organized.” I let that sit. “Organized how?” “He moves things that shouldn’t move,” the man said. “Ghost transfers. Off-book lines. Money goes through cut accounts. Guys get protection. He’s got a contact — someone not with the force. We call him the other side’s broker.” The word came out like it hurt. “Which side?” I asked.

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

Grayson Voss the same cold, ruthless monster who once threatened to break me was now asleep beside me with his hand tangled in mine like he didn’t want to let go. How did I end up here? This wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to repay my father’s debt. Keep my head down. Stay invisible. Instead... I kissed him back. I let him see me. I let him touch me in places no one ever had not with reverence. Not with want. Was I crazy? Probably. Because despite everything despite the humiliation, the debt, the cold looks and hot kisses part of me wanted him. And that scared me more than anything else.

As they caught their breath, Luca held him tightly. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more ready.” The devil had declared his love openly. Now the underworld would bleed for it.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

Where all but the tiny fraction of the submerged iceberg, he needed to swim through, walk ahead, play along and end up tying the loose end of the real shard of ‘his’ devil. For his fate stands to be both the good and evil, the stand-in line of their very blessed fate and destruction. “Tsk!” with a smirk then a giggle, HE compliments as HE is proud and content of the person he becomes. HE who is the one manipulating, him who is just a shard of ‘his’ and the other them to whom he needed to tie and trap into. The time is ticking as the devil is needed to be resurrected and the very vessel is needed to wake up. Him who is the trend and at the same time the binder shall be the sacrifice and will

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓