Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.” “I'm telling you the truth,” Parker protested, his voice shaking. David raised his gun and shot Parker in the leg. “I don't have time for games. Give me the pen drive or you'll regret it.” With a trembling hand, Parker handed over the pen drive. David snatched it from him and inspected it carefully. “Good boy,” he sneered. “But you know what I do to traitors, Parker? I don't show mercy. And you betrayed me.”

"But instead, she saw a weakling." "I'm not weak," now Devin is becoming intimate. "Being weak means, you ain't got shit." "Look where it got you for your ignorance," I return a menacing grin at him and cross my arms. "You got caught and sentenced to life in prison with no parole. You may have grown up with Odin, and he has done his share of sins. But he had made his amends by doing things good and charitable." "Good and charitable? Ha!" Devin laugh. "I know of his good deeds. It's rare for a man with a killer's blood to be a saint."

dark amusement took a stance into his tone, and the devil on his shoulder prompted him to push his knee deeper into my clothed pussy. "Maybe I don't know every little fiber that makes up the real you. But I do know that if I dip my hand into your panties you'll be soaking wet. And you'll start begging me to fuck you with my fingers so hard that you'll explode in just a few seconds while you scream my name." his straightness cracked my mask like it was made of glass. Told you. I love his punishments. Because there was nothing tender in the way he said it. Words caught in my throat, leaving me as a panting mess of labored breathing and hushed whispers.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

A low chuckle escaped Devil’s lips. “We all know the rules guiding this club,” he said coldly. “The devil does not give second chances.” A pause. “If you make a mistake… you die.” The air turned suffocating. With a simple nod of his head, his right-hand man stepped forward. Execute. He placed a small, round blue candy into the trembling man’s hand. “You are to eat this.” The man hesitated—just for a second. Then, under the weight of Devil’s gaze, he swallowed it.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.