Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

Devil looks furious, but there’s pride and admiration in his eyes too. “Just a question, big bro,” I say. “Do you always let bitches speak for you, or were they lying about you not wanting me here? I’m guessing the latter, but hey, you never know.” I wipe the blood off my knuckles with my jeans and wait for his answer. “Bitches were lying. I never even talk to them. I just fuck ’em,” Devil says. He’s not looking at me, though... he’s eyeing the unconscious women on the floor.

“I hope it hurt. You killed my brother. Took my father. Turned into this.” Devon’s eyes flickered—grey fighting black. “I saw it tonight. All of it. The pups I made watch executions. Your father in the cells. The way I choked you in the hall.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I became everything I hated. And I still want to lock you away so no one else can ever have you.” The ritual surged through me. I felt it slam into him. Devon roared and shoved me harder against the stone, lips crashing down on mine. It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clashed. He bit my bottom lip until it bled. I bit him back, tasting copper.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

“You are the most precious thing in my life, Adele. You are my anchor of humanity, but don’t forget, I am the devil. The devil has things to do.” I sighed as I knew his following words would turn my world upside down. “There is love and punishment. Yesterday you were punished, and today, I will make love to you,” He snaked his hands under my thighs and lifted me in his arms. “And what’s my punishment for my sin against you?” “Shhh... it’s time to love,” He rested my body in the middle of the bed as I extended my wrist towards him. “Aren’t you going to cuff my hands? You don’t want me to touch you, remember?” I uttered.

Why do I love him so much? Why I have to meet him on that rainy day? And why did I have to feel his sorrow behind those few words. Why my heart couldn't bear his misery and decided to bring him into my life. Most of all why did I fall for him. Fall for the devil in human form. A rogue. To get hurt every time. Humiliation. Betrayal. Disloyalty. Infidelity. Back-stabbing. What else? Caged in a dark room. Chained like an animal.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Before reaching near god they needed to showed up in different counters for correcting varieties of formalities. Other than them, there presented a beautiful angel who also dressed in white like others was there by walking to and froth with a golden book in her hand. She was very busy with her work. She was the personal assistant (PA) of divine source. She came near a tired soul and said with a smile by looking into the golden book in her hand, "Congratulations! You've won our lottery." The soul just crooned, "Huh! Huh!." "You are the sinful dead soul of one who made a terrible error", said the PA again by looking into the book.

asked Celea **** they were once again laying dead on the ground and woke up again after few hours and attacked each other again and again and again each time more crueler then the other *** " they are going to wake up soon kiddo, aren't you going to stand up?" the devil asked Celea while watching her laying on the ground full of blood surrounded by dead bodies " how many time has it been already...I don't remember...." "..." " tell me devil why is it so hard to die, why am I punished like that.....I just want to rest..that's all" " ....tell me Celea do you know what your name is?" "....."

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.