Playing With Devil Novels & Stories

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

She felt so distant. “This is a fight between the Devil and his demons. That's where you come in, I don't want more enemies.” His words sounded so strange, Emery felt lost. “Talia’s family isn't such a big deal,” Darren continued. Still, she wasn’t convinced. “Even if I agreed, what’s your plan? How exactly do you intend to ‘ruin’ them? And me, how do you want to use me?”

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

The child can already wield the Rift. The child could command the dead and the living. His memory twists, showing him stumbling into a gate of black smoke, whispering the words that will doom them all: “The Devil’s heir is coming.” He falls unconscious. ⸻ Back in Aunt Dee’s Realm… Sarai Collapses The link snaps so violently Sarai screams. Aunt Dee appears instantly, magic crackling around her. Sarai’s eyes roll back as the last of the traitor’s fear floods her mind — sharp, acidic, unmistakable.

“Play.” Ayla hesitated. Then sat. And moved her first pawn. Lucian smiled, just slightly. “You’re beginning to understand the game.”

"I'll deal with him first." Hendrix moved before he could shoot. He moved into Damir's space, and drove the knife up and under his raised arm before he could track his movement and correct his aim. Damir made a sound and went down hard on his knees, the weapon clattering away across the stone floor, and Hendrix stood over him in the dim emergency lighting, chest heaving. "I'm... sorry,” Damir choked, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. “Please find my daughter. And Hendrix... Liora's pregnancy was not for—"

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in thedevil child’s heart, and at this time, the devil child said in panic. "Play with me?" "Yes!" "Well, since it's just for fun, let me tell you, it's actually fun to be smashed into pieces. I've played it before. Little boy, it's your turn now."

“Something that can be both profitable and detrimental.” This chat makes me sick because I do not understand what he is saying. However, I will follow the devil's game while I look for an opening to escape from here. Where I'm going, I still don't know. “So gray,” I scoffed. “I'm sorry, good devil, but I don't know what you're talking about; just get to the point.” The devil suddenly acted as if he was not a long-haired devil. He folded one hand behind him and raised the other hand, as if preparing to explain something to a friend or student with full appreciation.

Eyes flitting between him and the tea splattering on the floor from his unsteady hands. "Ms Dylan, you shouldn't play games with Master Vince. They never end well." "Oh?" I raise an eyebrow. "So what you're saying is he does play games?" "You're missing the point—" "He's the devil, yeah, yeah," I wave him off. "But what kind of games does he like to play though?"