Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

I questioned. “Do you dare question me and my plans?” his eyes had turned red as fire and I knew I had crossed a line. That was another thing that the humans had wrong about Lucifer, he wasn’t as evil as they thought. He was worse. Even those who are loyal to him are subject to the most extreme forms of torture if they disobeyed or upset him in some way. Even as his only son, I have had my fair share of punishments in the past and I should have known better than to question him. I couldn’t help myself. It was her and my obsession with her. I had to know what he had planned for her. I no longer cared what he did to me. I had to know he wouldn’t hurt her. “Do your job and get out of my sigh

I wouldn't let her. I am the devil. This is my hell and I am crazily obsessed with this angel that I have trapped. Even the devil was defeated once only if he knew his own actions will be his miserable downfall. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians I purple You.

A big figure flapped his wings and flew toward the sitting man, and the man didn't sit back, he also turned into a devil, changing his green eyes to red and opening his black wings, while his wing took him higher to dodge the attack of Satan. "You never have done this in hell, but today you are on fire because of that girl. Isn't it amazing?" the red-eyed devil said and rushed to Satan, Alexander. "As I've already declared in hell that only I can play with my prey and I will decide when she will die or how long she will live," Alexander growled at the devil and lobbed a punch toward him, but it didn't fall on the devil, however, it destroyed the ceiling.

I can tell that he knows what will happen next. “You…” He stammers. “You’re nothing like my brother. He was never a devil. Who are you, devil?” Oh, am I a devil? I know I’m a devil. That word is familiar to me. That is the name all my victims call me. When I am satisfied with the suffering I have inflicted on my victims, my golden eyes glitter with red. “Just kill me.” “My dear uncle, I don’t know what you are talking about,” I mock. “And why should I kill you? I’m not done with you yet.”