Loving The Devil Novels & Stories

Growing up, Liam has already accepted the fact that his family did not love him. That they only deemed him as a jinx. And so, he lived his life detaching himself from the goodness of the world. He was a cold, ruthless devil who had nothing to lose or fear. That’s until a troublemaker came knocking into his life, dragging him out of the darkness he had build around himself. Who loved him and all his flaws.

His voice in my dream was a whisper but this was a damn earthquake. His dark gaze pinned me in place like he already knew I was playing dress-up to get his attention. Like he could see past the lace and rhinestones, past the mask I painted on every night and straight into the inferno I tried so fucking hard to keep buried. For the first time, I understood why even saying his name made men shudder. He was terrifying up close. It finally made sense why everyone called him the Devil. I forced my voice to stay steady, layering it with a husky tease I didn’t feel. "Maybe I’m mourning the death of good taste in this city."

LEVITICUS DRAKOVIC RHODES. And the devil fell from the sky, tainting the hearts of men and the souls of the pure. What a crock of bullshit but I tell you, every man, every woman in this little town of joy thinks it. I am the devil. My brothers and I are the devils. We dare their sons to jump off the ledge, we tempt their daughters to do ‘bad things’, we bribe the sheriff to look the other way and we have the mayor on our payroll jumping as high as we can ask him to.

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s

“You don’t understand. The world tried to break me. Men, bills, loneliness, the weight of everything I lived through—Malik didn’t force his way in. I opened the door.” Malik’s grip on my hand tightened—gentle, not controlling. His eyes softened with something I had never expected to see in a demon: Devotion. Tenderness. Fear of losing me. “I love you,” he murmured. “Not the way demons are meant to. Not the way humans understand. But I do.” Aunt Dee backed away slowly. “Then that’s worse,” she whispered. “Because demons who love? They destroy everything to keep what they claim.”

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Valerian's POV I am known to be ruthless. I am known to be a devil. Both by humans and vampires. I am often labeled as cold. As stern. As hard. I've lived hundreds of years in this lifetime and I already came to terms with that, that even I, myself believed that I am. I had to.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

I didn’t think anything could compare but losing Lucifer feels worse than losing my parents. I continue through the pictures on my phone, stopping when I come to the picture where Lucifer is about to kiss me in the backyard. We’re both gazing at each other...his eyes are full of love and mine...I lean closer to the phone, studying the picture. “You son of a b***h!” I wipe the stray tear on my cheek with the back of my hand. “I can’t believe you actually did it!” Now I know why I hurt so much...I fell in love with the Devil. In the picture, the look of love in Lucifer’s eyes mirrors mine. I...love him. I was just too stubborn to notice it before. Suddenly, the pain and anguish in me turns int