Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

“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.’

“Do you think I’m a damn child?” Scorpion fell to the floor in fear. “I’m sorry, My Lord!” He closed his eyes as he pleaded for mercy, from his deranged boss. The devil smirked as he watched his second in command. He loved the scent of fear. It makes him want to bask in it. “You thought you could lie to me?” The Devil smirked. “You should have thought more about it before lying.” The devil raised the gun. And unexpectedly, he shot Scorpion in his right leg.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.

I asked while he turned his back on me. "Heartbreak!" He said and turned to me again. "You broke the devil's heart. You should be in hell now...What makes you stay here and have conversations with me?... THE DEVIL once fell for you and now... He's going to punish you." I was totally perplexed when he said this because I never came across a devil in my life. The pitfall shut my mouth for minutes and when I summoned the courage to ask questions, I was already late. "Luck her up!" He concluded.

"Let's see how long you can hold on, you useless cultivator! When I peel off your human skin, I'll take you back and throw you to the lowest-level Earth Devils. Those Earth Devils are hungry and thirsty, and your blood is an extraordinary temptation to them. When the time comes, you won't just be split into pieces. Before that, you will suffer unforgettable torture for the rest of your life, hahaha!" In the midst of the storm came the frenzied laughter of the Silver-armored Devil. Caspian frowned slightly. From the other party's tone, he could instinctively tell that what the other party had said was not as simple as hungry and thirsty on the surface. When the words " unforgettable torture"

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“You mistake me, Benedict. I never came here to kill you. Death is too neat. Too final. I came to give you the only ending you deserve.” His eyes flicked back to Ayra and Lisbeth, and for the first time, his voice wavered—gentle, bruised. “He took her from me. From us. Your mother. He broke her. He destroyed her life, and when she was gone, he made sure the world called it her fault.” His jaw locked tight. “And now? Now he gets to rot in his empire. Not gone in a blaze of glory, but sick, twisted, eaten alive by what I’ve given him. That is justice.”

And someone new has entered the game. I folded the page once, slow. “Il Burattinaio… the Puppeteer.” Luca nodded. “Old ghost. Older than Rosetti. Men like him don’t come out of hiding unless they’re planning something big.” A shift in the underworld. A new hierarchy forming. My father’s death created a vacuum — and vacuums invite vultures. “Anything else?” I asked. Luca hesitated, scratching his jaw the way he does when he hates what he’s about to say.

The question cut her deeper than any blade could. Her head fell into her hands, fingers knotting in her hair. She pressed her palms hard against her skull as if she could crush the thought before it consumed her. Blackness bloomed behind her closed eyes, dizzying, merciful. For a moment she clung to it. But the silence pressed closer, demanded answers, and she could not escape them. Had she misread him? Was this his final punishment, tailored with surgical precision—a way to rid himself of her without needing to dirty his own hands? Send her against a fortress no one else had breached, call it payment of debt, and let her be erased like the others?