Mister Devil Novels & Stories

“And hello to you as well, Ksialite. I see the whole gang has tagged along.” He turns to Master Tsertinand, who is already wielding his massive sword. “Oh, you’re still alive,” he shakes his head. “What a pity, it seems like I’m getting rusty on my job.” “If you think your pathetic shenanigans can end me, you got another thing coming,” Master Tsertinand growls. “Now release Callista before I can cut your head off.” “The very fact that you made that threat fully knowing that I can end you with just a thought is laughable,” the devil mocks. “I’d love to see you carry on with the threat. It would be vastly entertaining."

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Not literally the middle but I am close to the middle and can see what ever that happen. The stage had a shirtless young man, he looked like a thug with tattoos all over his body. He was bouncing, smiling and blowing kisses while the crowd cheer him up. "His opponent tonight!!!" A very loud voice said "Is no one but theeeee DEVIL!!!!" He shouted. I was about finding my way out when I noticed a familiar face. Devin is the DEVIL!

“Aaron, I think I twisted my ankle.” Aaron immediately picked her up. He looked worried. “Rachel, are you okay? I’ll take you somewhere to rest.” The spoiled brats nearby, drawn by the commotion, began whispering and pointing at me. “The Saddler family's heiress is fighting over a man with her illegitimate sister. What a disgrace. To think they’re the most prestigious of the four major families. Turns out she isn't any better than the rest of us.” Aaron looked at me grimly.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

"I know the kind of man you married, Catt. Aren't you scared of him? Maybe someday you could be his next victim?" I gasped, my heart thumping as I turned to face him. "What do you know?" "A lot," he replied, his tone confident. "Why is he still standing free? Why hasn't the police arrested him if half the investigators in this country know something about him?" I asked, my voice edged with suspicion. "Because he's the Devil," he said, a half-smile playing on his lips. "If you want, we can work together to bring him down. Do you agree?"

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”