Living With The Devil Novels & Stories

I almost shouted. He looked at me in confusion. "I was right; you are the devil, and I am in hell." I panicked. I heard him chuckle, and I glared at him. "Do you find it funny that now I am a devil?" I asked. "Nothing just...." "No way," I cut him off. "I am dead; that's why you won't let me go." I almost screamed. "I am living with a devil," I said more to myself. "I am not a devil." He gave me that not-impressed look.

Fire ignites in my lower abdomen, burning every organ of my body in its path, making my blood boil and unleashing the most overwhelming and burning desire I have ever felt. I want him, here, now. I crave not just his kisses or his hands, but every part of him. I want to melt into him, take him inside, absorb him completely until I drive he crazy, until I have him eating from my hand. I want to possess the Devil... and I'm going to get it. He thinks he seduces me, but the opposite happens. I will be his hostage, but he will become my slave. Then his phone rings and the magic is broken.

the man said and point his gun at me making me smirks. "it seems you don't know who iam,you shouldn't have took what is mine,am the devil himself,"I said and he instantly kneel down. "my lord,I didn't take anything from you,"he said shakingly. "you still have the mind to lie to myself,"I yelled. "am saying the truth,"he replied. "there is one thing which I hate the most is being lied to and also you shouldn't have taken what is mine,"I said and shot him brutally.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Many doubted him, they thought he was not going to be like the great Demetrio, but he silenced many mouths when they realized that he was much better than his dad, in all the shady business. His life was not only about business and money, but also about fun, women, cars, fights and alcohol. That's how he liked to live his life. And also is that he had no one to whom to give account, and the truth is that he did not want to do it someday, he liked his bachelorhood and loneliness, he did not believe in love, he had never felt it, except for his parents. He used to say that those were cheesy and bullshit that did not go with him. For him in his life there was only business, money, pleasure with

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

This is just him, letting his lust out. And I feel like a dirty woman. I know, I shouldn't feel this way. But if I stay here any longer, I might end up falling for him again . And that's what scares me, I don't want to get to that point. He is ruthless and a devil. And I know that whatever I feel for him will never be recuperate. And I'm being sold to a Heartless devil. And that devil is Hace Alejandro Mondeñego.

“So you agree, Maggie?” “How can you not? I’m by no means religious, nor do I pretend to be, but I’m not blind to the world. If there is a God, a greater good, then there must be a devil and a greater evil to balance it out. The greater evil is in the people sitting on both death row and a park bench. If there is a hell, it’s most definitely empty. Ask anyone who has been unfortunate enough to come into contact with one of those people and has demons of their own left over. They’ll tell you that the devils are here disguised as one of us.” “So you’re saying you could be sitting among devils and not know it?” Her eyebrow raised and she paused in her pacing.