Not Today Devil Novels & Stories

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

That black hair… dripping red with the blood of his parents. Why? He knew it couldn’t have been real. Monsters didn’t exist. "How cute … I’ll spare you." A coy smile, before cherry blossom eyes rimmed with sadistic pleasure lowered, "You, who shall become the embodiment of sin." Why are you doing this? Shaking the memory from his head, throbbing and still sore from the blows yesterday, Damon struggled with all he had. His elbow jutted to the side, limbs swinging in every direction as the grips on him grew tighter. "Get off me! Stop bullying me!!!"

Vincent's reputation was unquestionable; he soon became a living legend in the eyes of many. Hell Moon is a Pack lying on a mountain with complex terrain and depleted resources. Despite being one of the long-lived Packs, Hell Moon's power soon dwindled, leaving them just an empty shell. But in the last four years, Hell Moon has risen again strongly thanks to a notorious warrior Vincent Charles; under his leadership, Hell Moon's territory is constantly expanding and has never been defeated in any battle. Compared to a few years ago, the current region of Hell Moon has developed more than three times; in the eyes of the people of Hell Moon, Vincent is nothing more than a god for them to worshi

It’s not that they don’t care because there’s no way they’d risk sending things like this to each other and saying the things they do if they thought someone was actually reading them. Darby’s name pops up, entering the chat between herself and three other employees. Friends of hers, I assume. I click on her chat and let my eyes browse the screen, sitting back as the messages come in. The pounding in my head eases up just a little since they are rather entertaining. Jane:Be careful. Lord Poo is in a serious mood today. Darby:Thanks for the warning, but I’ve got things under control.

I asked. He scoffed at my words. “You don’t. But are you ready to do whatever it takes to destroy Aurelia?” That was all I needed to hear. “What’s your name?” The man rose from the stool and stretched out his hand for a shake. “Call me Devon.” *** Present day. “Liora. Thank you for coming,” Devon said as he walked towards me. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn’t return to New Jersey after that day?” I asked.

My breath caught. It was real. All of it. And tomorrow… I had a date with the devil. Correction—Devils, all three of them.

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

Just like his “not so long ago.” Inner Devil 2: ‘We should start stretching now. This man’s fantasies come with stunts!’