Painted Devils Novels & Stories

Without staying here for one more second, she left us alone. I glanced at Delilah, who looked devastated at my threat. Her blonde hair was disheveled, I just noticed them while her face was deprived of any makeup. Still, there wasn't a single flaw on it. Well, after spending grands at the plastic surgeons, you are guaranteed to have such a face. Delilah is indeed pretty if you don't think about the fact that she got that face with money. I pitied her for living such a fake life. Life is not easy for anyone.

They didn’t use the kitchen much but it hadn’t been left out of the renovations. The living room was huge with big bay windows and was painted a pretty baby blue with white trim and had plush white carpet. Alaina had painted this room herself. She loved the color of the paint as soon as she saw it. Abigail and Arianna hadn’t argued at all, they thought it was perfect as well. Now standing here looking at it, they were right, it is still beautiful.

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

She paced the vast living room, which had only a large brown love sofa and a 32 inches flat screen that was at the corner of the wall. Glancing at where she was now, she noticed how frigid and void the room was. Without the dark painting, it still was cold.

The Dallas Devils practice facility comes into view a few moments later, black steel and glass standing tall like a fortress. The truck door slams behind me and I stand there for a second, staring up at the Devils logo stretched across the side of the building. Black, silver, and red glare down from the wall while devil horns work into the lettering like whoever designed it expected a Stanley Cup banner to hang here one day. Like winning wasn’t a dream here. It was a plan. It’s anything but subtle.

He walked slowly toward the main part of the house, listening for any sound of movement. When he stepped into the open living area, he froze. The boss was at the bar. Shirtless. Seated on a tall stool with one leg crossed over the other, holding a small glass of what was unmistakably alcohol in his hand. Aiden's eyes trailed over him before he could stop himself. Tattoos lined Vito's chest, his arms, his shoulders. Some looked like words, others were symbols, designs that probably meant something he'd never understand. His muscles were defined, his skin tan like he spent time in the sun despite looking like the kind of person who never left the dark.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

I have this urge to wipe the smile off her face but since I can't slap it off, I choose the next best thing. "Hello, I'm Catalina Ferrero," I say and then pause before adding, "Widely known as La Diabla" that wipes the smiles off their faces alright. And fuck do I love the fear that's taken over. There's not a single person in this country who hasn't heard of me. My reputation precedes me and it would do them well to know their place. Beside me, Kahlo squeezes my hand. Forcing me to do some damage control even though I want to scare them some more. I'll take feared over loved any day of the week. Sighing, I step back murmuring "See? Everyone hears La Diabla and jumps to conclusions" There's