Little Miss Devil Novels & Stories

I heard him smirking and I looked at him with a slight glare as he stood from the bed. Then I rolled my eyes playfully. He's the fucking Devil.

Miss Olivia voiced. The girl nodded. She could not tell but Allicia knew that this 'Miss Olivia' was obviously ridiculing the young girl. Allicia was still unfamiliar with the country so she was unaware that this 'Miss Olivia' was nearly the best actress in the country and because only a few people were at the mall at that moment, few people paid attention to her. "Miss Olivia, please help me. I cannot afford to lose the wristwatch, I- I will complete the payment as soon as I get back home, I promise!" The girl said and pleaded with the lady.

I murmur under my breath. He didn’t hear—or chose not to. He talked about hotel developments, partners demanding more money, new facilities. I smiled faintly. You have no idea, I thought. The real bomb isn’t the funds. It’s the paper you’re about to sign, the agreement. The one that gives me power of attorney. First, I’d make him taste his own medicine. Slowly. Carefully. Then my Renz will come. And there will be nowhere left to run. I exhaled. Tonight might be my last dinner with the devil. The thought made me stronger.

she thinks she is some angel or goddess ordering, teasing and bullying everyone what kind of a girl she is roaming with two boys always such a playgirl I seen a locket fallen down is it her's may be it fallen down when we bumped into eachother should I give it to her but why should I give it to her what if she loose it or have it she is highly rich she can buy hundreds of these types but what if this is important to her what I should do now okay whatever as a humanity I will give it to her I know she is a devil but I'm a human I went inside and searched for her she is not there then I went near their cars she is there standing with those two guys and another girl I went near her I can see he

"Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song 'Mistress' hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn't an accident. The devil's contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame, so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker." She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. "Devil? So — mafia devil?" He chuck

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Before reaching near god they needed to showed up in different counters for correcting varieties of formalities. Other than them, there presented a beautiful angel who also dressed in white like others was there by walking to and froth with a golden book in her hand. She was very busy with her work. She was the personal assistant (PA) of divine source. She came near a tired soul and said with a smile by looking into the golden book in her hand, "Congratulations! You've won our lottery." The soul just crooned, "Huh! Huh!." "You are the sinful dead soul of one who made a terrible error", said the PA again by looking into the book.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

“Let him in.” The gates open with a metallic creak, revealing the grandeur of wealth through the manor’s landscaping. The Commandant’s jaw hung open, but was too prideful to display his mesmerism. He followed the butler awaiting him in the entrance where he was taken to the office room—a place he knew all too well from back then. The devil sits on a chesterfield couch, legs crossed with a manic smirk. “What a surprise. What brings you here, tonight, Commandant?”