Novel & Cerita Jersey Devil Stories

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

"Nobody wants to catch up with you or your ego. Why don't you go find that cheerleader you were busy rutting with behind Pearl's back? I’m sure the rest of the rugby team misses their leader being a total disgrace. Fuck off and leave her alone." Davis stiffens, his face reddening as he notices the small audience starting to gather. I can see the shift in him, the way his pride starts to bubble over. He has never handled rejection well, especially not when someone brings up the fact that he was caught in bed with the captain of the cheer squad. "I wasn't talking to you, Bridget," he spits, his eyes boring into mine. "Pearl, stop acting like you don't miss this. You are always so dramatic."

There had been nothing nice from those stories. “Have you forgotten he is the one behind your parents death?” the man asked me. I clenched her jaws. Of course, I knew. However, I could not bring myself to confront this man. “I am just scared. What if he kills me? What if he decapitates my arms and legs and throws me out into the street? I have heard stories even worse than that.” I complained. “He will do no such thing to you. I have my place in the Mafia society and Dante will not dare to raise a hand on you.” he assured me.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your target. Kindly ensure that you diligently carry out all of his orders, or you will be given punishments accordingly." What?! I broke into a cold sweat and slowly lifted my head to look at the screen. The contract that I had just filled in was displayed on the pink screen. However, this time, the words had been translated into Zinglish, a language I understood, and it was only then that I learned what kind of contract I had just signed. The title read, "The Devil's Contract", and Jared's name was listed as the "master", while my name was listed as the "s

The loud music and the smoke around here along with men having glasses in their hands and drooling over the strippers dancing on the pole give an absolute nefarious aura to this place. You guys must be wondering who am I ? so let me break the ice to you. I am Christopher Harris, another name for the devil you can say. I work in a mafia gang called Cobra which is run by Richard Scott. Richard has been running this business for the past 25 years. but now he wants to loosen up the burden from his shoulders by handing over it to someone capable of managing it as responsibly as he did. he has only one daughter, Sophia whom he doesn't want to be involved in this profession. he loves her very much.

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.

Bienley’s teasing voice broke the stillness unexpectedly. "Then I’ll come here every day until I earn his blessing," Devon replied seriously, which made Bienley chuckle. "How will you know if he accepts you?" Bienley asked, curious as he furrowed his brow. "Maybe he would let you know," Devon said seriously, pointing at Bienley, though his wink betrayed his serious tone. "Stop it. You're creeping me out. I don’t like ghost stories," Bienley shot back, giving him a glare that made Devon laugh.

Gerey dodged it in time and sprung to his feet swiftly with anger that was beginning to char, scorch, smoulder and incinerate his insides. A great seiche of blue flames erupted out of Gerey's hands and as it left his body, he managed to see the devil – still standing and calm as ever, enclose himself in a ice made case from head to toe which made Gerey's effort as futile as the previous ones. The next moment, Gerey felt himself moving backwards then he knew what it was, the devil was controlling his blood. His back was slammed against a wall and without wasting a second, the devil squeezing his neck with all the strength he could muster.