Novel & Cerita Pride Is The Devil

' In real those men were gifting his soul to the Devil, and the Devil was that silhouette. And The Devil never accepts a gift which doesn't scream for mercy. ************************** ************************** Guys kindly vote for the book. I hope you all are enjoying the book. Lemme know in the comment section. Love you all!!!

“Now, for the rest of the Seven Keys. Team captain of the swimming club of Knight, son of the influential politician which family runs into the political world, he is someone whose patience is small as he has a hot temper and easily be provoked. Just like the embodiment of his identity of the sin of wrath, devil Amon, Luke Peterson. Known with the blood of royalties from the country of Urasia, he is a royal blooded Prince who had everything in his command. He thinks that the world will have to bow in front of him as he will never accept defeat or no as an answer. He perfectly embodies the sin of the devil Lucifer, sin of Pride, Keith Dorincourt. Next, the team captain of the Baseball team of

“You disgust me. You talk about revenge and family honor, and here you are selling a defenseless woman to a bunch of disgusting pigs. I can’t believe, for one minute, I let you touch me, that I actually thought…” His smile turns predatory. “Actually, I’m selling you to one pig, and what did you think, princess? Finish your tirade since it’ll be the last time we speak.” My gaze narrows. “I thought maybe that you had a soul. Obviously, I was mistaken. You’re the devil, a heartless, cruel, asshole, devil. You are no better than my father.” The smile falls from his lips, and he shakes his head. “Soo will be in to take you to the car. Have a nice life, princess.”

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

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.

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue a

As Lucien was led away, he called out one final time: “The world will not reward mercy!” Dominic did not turn. But I did. “And it will not survive cruelty.” The doors closed behind him. The hall remained silent for several long breaths. Then, slowly, the councilors rose. Not in fear. Not in hesitation. But in acknowledgment. Dominic offered his hand to me before ascending back to the dais. I took it. The trial had not erased division. But it had defined us. And sometimes, Definition is stronger than domination.

The only woman who it took to make me Human was dead, now, I was going to be the devil they always accused me of. The first one came at me with a spear, hesitated—just a second—but that second was enough time for me, I ducked low and drove my sword through his gut, twisting until I felt the resistance snap. He crumpled before he could even scream. The others hesitated just for a moment, enough to see the look in my eyes. Enough to feel it ;the shift. This wasn’t Azrael the bastard, this wasn’t Azrael the weird child, This was the thing they created.

Let them baptize me. There’s only one way to deal with a demon. And that’s to become the devil. I sit up slowly, wincing as my ribs protest. My hand curls over my heart. I swear it, a vow, quiet and deadly. You took everything from me. I will let this pain fester, and I will use it, I say, closing my eyes… Praying that sleep will find me soon. *** I stare out the window, fingers curled tightly around the glass of water. My reflection blurs in the pane, a ghost of the woman I used to be. A tired face courtesy of my sleepless night.