Little Miss Devil Novels & Stories

he finally murmured, his tone low and laced with venom, "coming from someone who's been dead for many years. The woman smiled. It was a sly, elegant smile, as if she were enjoying the tension in the air. “Did you miss me, Devil?” Roman narrowed his eyes, and in a slow, calculated movement, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, moving closer, like a predator stalking its prey. “No.” The answer was dry, cruel. But it didn't make the woman's smile disappear. On the contrary. “No?” she murmured, tilting her head. “Not even a little?”

“And I’m thinking the entertainment has just arrived.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Angela you really are an evil, little devil.” “I’m your evil, little devil, Monster.” That sounded good to me. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be in bed with the devil for the rest of my life.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Then narrowing. “You look so—” the woman pointed at Ayra, frowning slightly. “You really look like someone I saw online a few months ago. The scandal stuff with Leo—Leo Devine, I think? That scandal thing, you know. You remember?” Ayra’s breath froze. Her hand gripped the cloth handles of her shopping bag tightly, enough to make her knuckles blanch. “I get that a lot,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that felt stretched and awkward. “But no, sorry. Not me.”

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

Nothing except her. The auction room was packed with men, their faces hidden in the dim gloom. They clapped and cheered as different girls were brought onto the stage, each one a sacrificial offering to their base desires. The auctioneer's voice echoed through the space, a frightening chant that punctuated the filthy spectacle. The men raised their tags, their laughter mingling with the cries of the girls, creating a roar of misery and greed.