Novel The Devil Touch Novels & Stories

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

Annie watched him fall to his knees, resting his head beside her hand. “Louis was outside, Drake forced his shift.” Dev said as he shifted from foot to foot. Looking between Annie and Stolas and then to Sin and Louis. Before he looked at Amelia, then back to Sin. The pack house seemed to be becoming a meeting place for demons, and he didn’t like that. Sin’s eyes met his and he gave him a nod of thanks. He looked towards the doorway as a woman peeked around the door frame. She looked towards Dev and then the others.

I stay awake a little longer, watching her face in the dim light, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing against me. Maybe I really am worse than the devil. But right now, with her warm and trusting in my arms, I don’t feel like the devil at all. I just feel like a man who doesn’t want to lose the only good thing he has ever let close.

With the force of his pull, I hit his chest, and he got that chance to embrace me by my waist. "What?! Let me go!" F-ck! He touched me! He is touching me and I hate that! He knocked on the taxi's window. The driver opened it and the devil spoke but K understand nothing because I was busy freeing myself from the devil's hold. This devil!

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.