Million Dollar Demon Novels & Stories

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

"Why are you back so early?" Damon settled across from her, placing the bank card on the coffee table. "Do you have any idea how much money is on this card?" Recognizing it as the one Mason had handed over the previous night, Nyla frowned. "Around 8,000 dollars, right? What's the issue?" "This card holds one trillion dollars," Damon said flatly. The moment the words left his mouth, Nyla burst out laughing. "Since when did you start cracking jokes like this?"

Really shivering, because it was so unbelievable and like a dream come true. Is that how rich this man was? He could go this far just to have a woman for one year? 50 Million dollars? I went to sleep, while I was mentally calculating all the ways I could spend the money. Of course after the one year service was over. The next day, before evening, I was standing before a gigantic house with two huge men behind me and maybe the demon in there waiting for his prey. “This is it.” My journey to loss of self worth begins here.

“That I can use it whenever I want. Do you remember or do you need a reminder?” I clutched my handbag and narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing, Damon?” He eyed me, roving his stormy eyes over my figure and shamelessly staring at my chest before meeting my eyes. “I’m offering you a million dollars to let me use you whenever and however I want, kitten.” My eyes widened and lips parted. A million dollars for… sex? “I-I don’t understand.” I scoffed. “Are you asking me to be your whore? Jesus, stop the car. I want to get away from you.”

I’d wager that it cost 10,000 dollars at most. It was nothing compared to the 200,000 watch she gave Luther. She even bought Luther a house this month. The apology was as insincere as they came. "You splurge a million dollars for Luther but suddenly grow so stingy and wouldn’t even drop more than ten thousand for me." I shook my head dejectedly before continuing, "If I remember correctly, this is the watch that Luther didn't want anymore. Is that why you’re giving it to me?"

Ben As simple as that? The guy was one step down from being the Top Dog in the mafia. And judging by what he’d told me about my dad, he had been the Top Dog in the company for a long time. He had delusions of grandeur. “Make me pay, by all means,” I said. “Take it all out on me, take everything I have. But let Mila go. She has nothing to do with this, and she doesn’t deserve it.”

"E&H will not invest fifty million. We will invest seventy million dollars with the Moretti group." A collective gasp rippled through the Moretti board members. Melissa’s eyes went wide with sheer greed, her mouth parting slightly. Damon stared at me, a slow, triumphant grin beginning to spread across his face. I could practically guess his thoughts: She still loves me. She’s over-funding us to protect me. "Seventy million?" Damon murmured, his voice thick with a mix of relief and smug satisfaction. "Hazel... that’s incredibly generous of you."

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

Just three hundred meters away from Zander's house, is the luxurious mansion of a millionaire named Wendell Donaldson. Donaldson was known for being the millionaire's millionaire lawyer, solving their toughest problems and making them huge amounts of money by advising them on investments in every possible area, from real estate to the stock market. No one knew how he managed to make his clients’ money, but he did it. They also did not know that Donaldson was not human. It was actually a demon named Luzcaefel, a very powerful one, who planned to reign over the earth.

Ten million dollars? The store owner wondered whether his ears were playing tricks with him. He even asked tentatively, "One thousand dollars? Okay, no problem." Dragon Claw snorted in amusement, "You have no problem with your ears, right? It’s ten million dollars. Million, not thousand. Did you hear it clearly?" The store owner was so shocked that his knees became weak. What gadget would require ten million dollars? "Y-You’re crossing the line." The store owner made a grab for Dragon Claw's collar, but this time, Dragon Claw did not give him a chance and kicked the store owner's stomach.