Novel & Cerita Punishment Devil

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Suddenly, one of his men raised a gun to me and the other forcefully bent my head in a bow “No one dares to stare at the boss like that.” the gun holder said in a hoarse voice. “Release her.” Dante finally said in a cold and distant tone. The men turned to him. Had he just told them to release her? Dante would never let any offended go unpunished. That was against his rule and no matter the gender, the punishment was equal. I was surprised because I was expecting him to order his men to have me beaten up, or worse still, for my hand to be cut off.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

❄️ CHAPTER 64 ❄️ What Corbin said made the Devil's anger reach its peak and he crushed the cup he was holding into ashes. The whole vibrated in his anger as he sent crucifying glares at Corbin who didn't seem to be affected by it. He was scared of him, not even one bit. But then to Corbin's surprise, a smirk crept up the Devil's lips as he was able to get a hold of his anger. " Corbin, Corbin, Corbin " He called, nodding pitifully.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

the devil said, placing the poker in her hand and guiding the red, yellow, orange, white to her beloved’s sobbing, gaping wounds. That’s when Harrow woke, and bellowed, and cried. When flesh sizzled and spit and bubbled black. When Corrompero struck him once, twice, the mouth bloody, his teeth knocked loose, before lying over him to pin him down and keep him still. And, trapped by the devil’s bulk, he screamed silent, the pain too great for sound, then stopped, sudden and quick, his breath held, his eyes too wide and then closing, his wounds smoking and swollen and red, the blood stopped.

he said and came closer "So you see cupcake you deserve the punishment since you punished me first, the devil always punish the wrongdoers and always payback 10 folds." he said and I went red, must he give me such punishment, doesn't he miss my lips the way I miss his. "That's unfair, I misunderstood the situa...." my sentence was cut off as the devil smashed his lips on mine, he drew me impossibly closer.

He know it's another day for his endless punishment, he know nobody will save him from the devil, and now, he regret everything, he should've stayed in his own lane, he shouldn't have let his desperation taken over him, he shouldn't have let his hunger for power, get the best of him, thereby leading him to mess with the wrong man, but it's all pointless now, he should've thought about all that, before messing with the devil, he should've imagined the consequence, before dinning with the devil, but he didn't, and now, he has to take the whole consequence. He raised his head slowly to look at the man, standing before him, as he felt the bone in his, making a cracking sound, sending a strong wa

“I’ll punish you if you do.” Freya raised a brow. “Oh? I’m curious to know how you’ll punish me.” “Don’t push me,” he warned, arms crossed. Inner Devil 1: ‘Freya, I’ve seen what happens to whipped men. Trust me—his punishments come with moaning and wall support. It’s worth being a little bad.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Yup, push his buttons, girl. If you play your cards right, something’s gonna be pushed into you tonight too.’