Living With The Devil Novels & Stories

Like I can finally have a life, maybe find someone to love me like I desperately crave. I took a deep breath, pinching the space between my brows. I don't deserve her, I'm not good enough. She deserves far better, but I want her anyway. I want to be selfish and keep her by my side even though I don't deserve it. I just want to go somewhere devoid of humans where we can live out our lives happily till we grow old. But I guess that somewhere can only be found in heaven, and heaven is for angels. She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

Her platinum blonde hair was disheveled in a cute way. My eyes wandered down her body and I noticed how her skirt accentuated her curves and the way her tight shirt hugged her breast. Though most of her make up was gone, she looked like perfection in human form. "Come and eat". I suddenly remembered the food was still there untouched. Mine included. "I'm not hungry". She sneered. "You're hungry". I stated matter of factly. "I'd rather die of hunger than eat with the devil". She spat out. I wasn't expecting this to be easy. I could let her go or I could still keep her here but right now I'll forfeit the latter.

I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding. I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

Maybe God saved me from an absolute devil through a qualified devil. “I don’t understand how can you be alive when your heart’s already dead? You are indeed a deadman living a zombie life whose purpose is to cause chaos in other people’s lives. This will cost you a lot.” I rattled out, balling all the hatred my chest collected for this man, but it multiplied in innumerable folds when he chuckled over what I just said to him.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

“I know my brother very well. He’ll either kill him or take away everything including you. If you think you’ll be living this pack any time soon, forget it. He’s going to turn you into his mistress whether you like it or not.” “What?” “You made a deal with the devil. Unfortunately, the devil doesn’t always honour his end of the bargain.” “You’re scaring me.” “Be scared, because things are about to turn upside down. Your life will never be the same again.”

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.