Mister Devil Novels & Stories

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

I wrapped my hands around her too, basking in her expensive scent. “ I missed you too,” I replied then broke the hug. “ What are you doing here? I thought you already went back to Italy? “ Red climbed her face, painting her cheeks and neck in it's colour. She turned, fiddling with the spoon like a little girl who got asked about her crush. “ Well I..” “ Darling, where do I keep the soup?” Darling? I turned and walked to the dining room, following the voice, my eyes found a man, clad in a T-shirt and jeans with a fancy watch. His hair streaked with grey, his eyes glimmering as he organised the table.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

My eyes closed feeling the rage from his vocal. "This is what you can do. Force. You cannot tolerate him anywhere near me but you can fuck around the world. Next time don't try to use such cheap tactics to talk." And I just cut the call. By the end, I was fuelled with seethe. Bloody asshole. Monster. And pervert too. My mind pointed. Turning back to the maid I handed her the phone. She was standing rooted in the same place. "Madam don't tell big Mam, please. She will throw me out of the job." She started begging.

The loud music and the smoke around here along with men having glasses in their hands and drooling over the strippers dancing on the pole give an absolute nefarious aura to this place. You guys must be wondering who am I ? so let me break the ice to you. I am Christopher Harris, another name for the devil you can say. I work in a mafia gang called Cobra which is run by Richard Scott. Richard has been running this business for the past 25 years. but now he wants to loosen up the burden from his shoulders by handing over it to someone capable of managing it as responsibly as he did. he has only one daughter, Sophia whom he doesn't want to be involved in this profession. he loves her very much.

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

Beauxdera was not done: “The devils look to Buckingham To shroud the sky, the sun be damned Like proper monsters, they will stand They’ll rise from the abyss The devils deceive and pretend Perhaps you know one as a friend Yes, I say it once again: There are devils in our midst!” “Good God, man!” Father yelled. “Do you know what you’re saying? Do you hear your own words?” Yet still Mr. Beauxdera went on, almost as if in answer: “The devils will put all askew Both in the world and inside you You, my friend, can be one too

"I am afraid that you have made a fool out of me by telling me indirectly that I don't have sense." "You just told yourself that and I didn't make a fool out of you. Stop assuming things that are not real." "For a starter, you are mean. Who tells a girl to call him mister man?" "I guess you just met that person." "Mister man?" "Ye—es. I am mister man. The only mister that has a man in the whole wide world. The only mister that can stage a protest on the violence of animals and still eat fried chicken on Sunday."

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************