Playing With Devil 소설 & 이야기

Now he fucking knows his ass is mine until I put a bullet in his fucking heart. And I fucking will too. But for now, we're gonna play a fucking game, Devil and I, and I know I'm gonna fucking enjoy every. Fucking. Minute of it. I keep my eyes on the two of them as they fuck like bunnies in the open forest, thinking they're all the fuck alone. Surprise, though, I'm fucking here and I will make my fucking presence known. Until the time is fucking right, I'll stay on his ass like flies on shit, making sure I don't let him, Travis, or his little fuckdoll Myla out of my motherfucking sight. After all, it's fun to play with your food before you make it disappear, don't you fuckin agree?

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

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. ~**

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

I know what game you're playing, and I'm not playing it with you. My thumbs flew across the screen, typing out a response so fast the autocorrect didn't even stand a chance. I didn't care about playing nice anymore. I didn't care about keeping up the scared-girl act for this specific channel. I wanted to reach through his apartment and slap the smug, brooding look right off his face.

Ryan praised as they bursted out laughing. Warren spoke next, “Come on, bro…Or were you fucking a hole in there?” I exhaled sharply, my ears itched to hear his response. “Dickheads.” Leonardo cursed. Their footsteps retreated. “Just tell us, huh…it's been a while the devil fucked a hole.” Ryan pressed. My heart melted with joy, hearing that statement. But it didn't last for long. “Good. Now let’s get him two girls for the night.” Ryan breathed.

A discernible moment of reflection elapses and… “Horrible things.” She mutters as they both stare into space. She doesn't want to go back to those moments or think about it more than she already does. She shuffles his hair playfully and he giggles, exposing a beautiful pair of dimples that she innately thinks is worth envying. “You know I will do anything for you right?” Christian smiles on her words before nodding, not once questioning himself she meant it. He believes her. “Come on, I need to show you my video games. They are super cool and trust me, you will love them.” Laurel jumps to her feet, matching Christian's eagerness as they both walk out the room with Christian pulling her hand,