Pride Is The Devil Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let her. I am the devil. This is my hell and I am crazily obsessed with this angel that I have trapped. Even the devil was defeated once only if he knew his own actions will be his miserable downfall. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians I purple You.

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

The priests declared him a curse born of witchcraft, a blight sent to punish men for their pride. And so, they planned. In hidden chambers lit by oil lamps, generals traced maps with ink-stained fingers. Armies were raised. Spies crept into the forbidden forest. And upon their lips, a single command lingered like poison: tear the Horned King from his throne… and crush the golden dove who makes him human. ⸻ Unaware of the storm gathering beyond the trees, Daphne and Zerach’s bond only deepened.

They take on beauty, softness… They slip into our lives in luminous guise, until, without even realizing it, we are consumed. My voice hardens. I feel the words escaping me, carrying me further than I intended. — The devil does not always strike with violence. Sometimes, he caresses. Sometimes, he makes us believe in love, when it is only a trap to lose us. I see heads nodding, murmurs of approval. But I am no longer preaching for them. I am preaching for myself. Against myself. — And when we succumb… we destroy not only our souls, but those of the people we drag into our fall.

“Someone who forgot I don’t play nice.” “What the hell is this place?” He finally turned his head. “A front. They sell cars on paper, but that’s not what’s really happening here.” “And what’s really happening?” “Debt. Power. Trades.” My chest tightened. “People?” “Sometimes.” I stared at him, trying to read between the calmness on his face. He didn’t look proud of it. But he wasn’t ashamed either. “I don’t want to be part of this,” I said quietly.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

"He hates weaklings and would puke at the thought of holding hands; but the goddess knows he also has the softest heart..." "Lies..." the devil we spoke of shot back. "If I had a soft heart, I'd rip open my chest and remove it myself..." he snapped. "The world is no place for mushy feelings...and if I harbored them, I'd be dead by now ..." he growled, shaking fists of emphasis. And the keys in his hands shook and rang like cymbals. But he stopped and turned back to what he was doing, as he had come from behind the wagon just to defend his pride.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

"But that doesn't make you better than me.” "Any creature, no matter how horrendous it is, is better than you, Octavius," replied Vraxlon, arching his eyebrows. "You are only lucky to have been condemned to the sin of Pride, or you could very well be as old and stunted as the sin of laziness.” "At least I don't care for my queen for fucking smaller demons and sluts through any alley in my kingdom," Octavius grunted, getting so close to Vraxlon that I literally got stuck between the two.

“You know I can’t be soft, right? I’m not a prince. I fuck like an animal. No mercy.” “That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want gentle. I want you. The way you are.” “You really are a crazy bitch, Diana. A virgin, but dirty.” “Is that bad?” “No. It’s the opposite.” “Then stop talking and show me. Show me how you make love.” “There’s no going back after this. I’ll mark you forever.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My eyes burned as I nodded slowly, my breathing growing heavier.