Pride Is The Devil Novels & Stories

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.

She accused, “Because you push me too far.” He defended, “I push to keep you safe.” She countered, “Safe or locked up.” He replied, “Same thing sometimes.” She huffed, “You’re impossible.” He said, “And you’re stubborn.” She fired, “At least I’m not controlling.” He stated, “Controlling keeps you alive.” She said, “Alive but not free.” He brought up, “Freedom got you in trouble before.” She warned, “Don’t bring that up.” He insisted, “I will if I have to.”

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

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.

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

“She’s a D’Amato. Her father is one of our oldest partners. That union locks down the Eastern corridor. Cuts off the bratva’s leverage. Reignites the Atlantic run. It makes sense.” “It makes you comfortable.” “And it makes you safe. Or did you think this whole legacy you stand to inherit came gift-wrapped with no expectations?” I didn’t respond. Because we both knew the truth: I’d never been given choices. Only chains dressed like suits. “You’re good at what you do,” he said after a beat. “You’re better than your father ever was. But your softness will be your downfall.” My hands curled into fists. “What softness?” He leaned forward, voice dropping like a blade. “Whatever it is that’s cloudi

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

I commanded fearlessly. “Who?” He asked laughing sarcastically, “All these greedy humans? They choose this path. Humans have the power to make decisions, and they choose me… they choose pleasure, and I always have a boat awaiting them to make them think they made the right choice.” “Don't you ever get tired?” I snapped back, “Don't you get tired of manipulating everyone and everything?” “And why should I get tired of who I am?” He growled, “I am the devil. And I never force anyone to hell — like I said, they came here themselves. The road to pleasure… is the way to hell.”