Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

The Pink Devil walked toward to the closet and grabbed some items. Terrance still had tears falling from his eyes and is in excruciating pain after The Pink Devil choked him out. The Pink Devil walked out from the closet and closed the door with items in her hands. She came closer to the bed and explained to him what his first punishment will be. "Are you ready for your first punishment?", she asked. "No. I am still in pain after you almost choked me out to death.", he replied.

"Ow! That hurt!" "You fucking bitch!" the Devil yells at me. "Look what you did! If I get another warning I can get expelled! If you even know what that means, you stupid-" he yells at me but I interrupt him, slapping him hard across his face. His head turns to the left, a look of pain on his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are to yell at me? It was your fault as well! If you didn't call me names we wouldn't be here in this mess, so don't even try to put the blame on me! Again!" I scream in his face. I have had enough with him acting like he is a God or something. He slowly turns to look at me, his eyes the complete opposite of that they looked like this morning. The expression on his f

However, he had just taken in too much from the power of Heavenly Punishment, and now his ability was falling short of his wishes. "Block them!" In an instant, a few hundred people came out again, they summoned their golden flying swords and slashed at the feet of the devil ride. The devil ride soared and suddenly spewed a black devil flame from its mouth. Those who came in contact with the devil flame were burned to charcoal before they could even scream. The few wardens behind watched in shock as they said, "This devil ride is a fourth-order beast soul..." The warden in purple said: "We can't allow this devil to escape today, or there'll be endless troubles. I will chase after him, you lot

"You stupid slave, you will be punished by your master when you get back." "Hey, you slave, I'm asking you. Are you deaf? Whose slave are you? Why aren't you wearing shackles?" That Subterranean Devil Warrior with a fierce aura yelled at Chu Xun. Then he stood up and walked toward Chu Xun. Chu Xun turned around and looked at him. Then he reached out his hand gently and clenched it. Bang! The Subterranean Devil Warrior blew up and turned into blood mist before he could walk to Chu Xun's side.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

“Drop down. One thousand push-ups. Now.” Not a single man hesitated. They hit the floor immediately, the sound of hands slapping concrete echoing like gunshots. No complaints or groaning. They knew better. The last time someone had complained during punishment, Vito had made him do double and then put him in the ring with three other guys. Vito walked slowly between the rows, watching them work. Sweat was already dripping. Arms were shaking by the fourth hundred. But every single man kept going. When they finally finished, many of them were breathing hard, faces red, muscles burning.