I Met The Devil Novels & Stories

"Or maybe it was the drunk truck driver, bitter at women ever since he got fired and divorced." My blood ran cold, and I couldn't draw enough air into my lungs. Santiago's eyes had gone pitch black, and for the first time in my life, I could see a monster when I looked at him. I began to fight, kicking and screaming and clawing at him. My fists made contact with his face and his sides. He rolled away from me before my knee could connect with his groin. I climbed to my feet and started to run again, pulling out my phone to dial Paul.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

He could get a cuddle from the devil in hell for all I cared. I gave the Lycan King one final, lingering look. The man who was supposed to be my mate. The man who had promised to protect me, and then handed me right back to my abusers. I memorized the line of his spine, the dark mess of his hair, burying the image deep in the vault of my mind so I could use it to fuel my hatred when the nights in the wilderness got too cold. Without another word, I turned the heavy iron handle, slipped through the gap, and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

I almost thought it was Sebastian but not until I saw them trying to pull their heads off did I realize there was no way that devil, Devon, was going to listen to him. I took a deep breath in, ready to start school. I have never been so happy to start school than I was today. I guess Devon's beatings did one on me. "Miguel!" And there, I had to hear my name being called by the rat who made my first encounter with the devil disastrous. I didn't blame her because I knew if it was fate, I was definitely going to meet Devon sooner or later. Before I had time to yell her name back, I was pounced on and we both fell to the floor, making me wince in pain not because of the beatings of Devon but bec

One day, I’ll take revenge on everyone who wronged me. “I sold myself to the devil to survive. Now, I’ll use the devil’s name to bury you all.” I stare at the list of names, my fingers tightening around the pen until my knuckles turn white. Just writing them down feels like summoning ghosts I swore I’d never see again. They thought I’d vanish. That I’d crumble. But I’m still here. And I’ve aligned myself with a monster far more dangerous than any of them. A knock on the door breaks my thoughts. I quickly fold the paper and slip it into the drawer.

The devil is evil; he will try and trick me “Uh Ah, now, now we don’t want that kind of thinking do we, I’ve introduced myself, very politely actually and seeing that we have had this converstaion a million times before, i I haven’t ripped you apart, even though I do at times hate you. I’m here to offer you a deal. Well more to the truth, you can’t get out of it, but I always like to promote a bit of choice.”

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

Elizabeth rushed to me, placing her hand on my head, muttering something, I screamed in pain as I felt a sharp pain in my head, my eyes rolling to the back, but I was able to see it. I saw it… the devil Alpha, it left me. I fell to the ground and everything went blank.

"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.

Her freedom, her ultimate goal. But the line between hate and something far more dangerous, far more complicated, had blurred. He was still the devil who bought her, who used her. But he was also the man who protected her, who stirred a primal awakening within her, who held the key to unlocking the truth of her past. And in the terrifying, exhilarating uncertainty of it all, Natalie Grimaldi, the rebellious, sharp-tongued fighter, found herself irrevocably, dangerously, entangled. She had gathered much information on him, enough to hurt him, perhaps even destroy him. But could she? Could she truly burn the devil who had, in his own twisted way, been the first to see her? The question haunted