I Am The Devil Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let her. I am the devil. This is my hell and I am crazily obsessed with this angel that I have trapped. Even the devil was defeated once only if he knew his own actions will be his miserable downfall. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians I purple You.

I just tried to twist my waist out of his hold But the way he caught me, I got out of his grip. It seemed almost impossible. "Roose ….My crystal My baby! So you are calling me a devil. Yeah you are right I'm devil! Now you will see the real face of the devil, And I swear you won't be able to forget this Devil. I have been lovingly explaining for a long time, but you did not understand, now you come here to me and If you do not come to me within the next second, then you will be responsible for whatever happens tonight!."Christian said .

she says. “It is” I reply, Devil is the only name I answer to, it’s the person that was born at seventeen, Devil is the one in charge, Devil is a killer, psycho, who fears nothing. I’m her, the old me who died at the age of seventeen, the second his brain covered my hands.

"We are kind and generous to those who are kind and generous to us, and we only punish those who are guilty." She let out a sigh and asked softly, "Aren't you guilty? Are you clean? Surely not! Then, if you are also guilty, how can you say that in front of me?" "Abby, I know you don't understand right now, but I want you to know that I have never killed an innocent person in my life." I caressed her face softly and put her hair behind her earlobe. Her voice trembles, “W-What are you?” I smiled at her, and stare into her eyes. "I'm a Devil."

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

They were aligning frequency and waiting. “They’re confident,” I said. “They’re theatrical,” Dominic corrected. “Different flaw.” “Do we answer?” “We do,” he said. “Together.” The projection formed, unlike the Crownbreaker silhouette, this one showed a face. Mid-forties. Serene expression. Medical calm. The kind that makes people confess things they didn’t plan to say. “Dominic Voss,” the woman said warmly. “And Elara Quinn. I appreciate the simultaneous audience.” “You purchased stolen pathway metadata,” Dominic replied. No greeting. No cushioning.