Primal Fear Devil Novels & Stories

Her lips parted, her breathing still uneven from her dancing, her body still thrumming with the alcohol in her system. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. I cocked my head, amused despite my seething rage. "Some call me the Devil," I said, watching as the words sank into her. "Others, the Angel of Death. Pick whichever one you prefer." She stared at me, and for the first time since I had known her, I saw fear. Real, genuine fear. Her eyes widened as though she was finally seeing me.

"How is that even possible? I only saw him for a few seconds. The school is so big, I might not see him again." "You will because I can still smell him." Simon placed his hands on her shoulders and held them firmly. "Adolpha, we could be in danger. I need to know who that guy is before anyone finds out about him. I don't feel good about his aura. I don't. For the first time, Devil feels scared." "But that's not possible. Devil can't be scared. He has never been scared. They get scared of him instead." "Well, he is scared, Adolpha. He is really scared!"

I clenched my fists in anger and shouted angrily. Evelyn: WHO THE FUCK ORDERED YOU? "Me" My heart dropped to the bottom as chills ran down my spine. I turned around in fear only to get confronted with the Devil who made my life miserable. OH MY GOD!! "D-Dylan?" *****

The salty taste of the mixture of her hot tears and cold sweat warned her just how incredibly anxious she was. Why? Why so much terror? Why am I so scared? The dark answer was simple. The Devil stood right before her in all his twisted glory. Without any regrets. But if the horrific situation could be seen from his outlook, it would be staggering to anyone who actually knew him. The Devil had brought a girl to a highly secluded place where he had never brought any other woman before. When Adrian had found out about his plan, he was fuming and completely astounded. His ruthless friend was actually bringing a girl to his private penthouse—a girl he had aggressively claimed was his.

" The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted. She moved back frantically from him. He was the devil, the man feared by all. He was the man that the newscaster talk about every week. The man who owned the world to himself and the man whose real name was hidden from the world was identified by the name, The Devil. She messed with the devil. Thinking about that made a shiver run through her spine, made her leg shake slightly, and made her bowel churn, pressing her hand on her stomach so she won't release the liquid that is threatening to leave her body.

“How is this even possible? I only saw him for a few seconds. I might not see him again because the school is so big.” “You will, because I can still smell him.” Titus put his hands on her shoulders and held them firmly. “Max, we could be in danger. I need to find out who that guy is before anyone else does. I’m not feeling good about his aura. I don’t. For the first time, the Devil is scared.” “But that is not possible. The Devil can’t be scared. He has never been afraid. They become afraid of him instead.” “Well, Max, he is scared. He is very scared!”

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.