Novel & Cerita Scary Devils

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

It's our last day here. I'm almost reluctant to leave but I need to get back and see if the guys have been good. With Salazar around, there's nothing to worry about but once in a while, one of them thinks they can outsmart me by stealing or going to the cops. And I enjoy showing them why I was dubbed the she-devil. Fuck, I miss the scent of blood and the screams that come along with it. How many days has it been since I last had my pound of flesh?

Five Years ago “No. Please No.” Laurel pulls away from the man with all the strength left inside her but nothing she does seems to get her out of his grip. She screams as hard as her voice can get but the other girls stand still, with their face to the ground as they try hard not to wrap their hands around themselves, to shield their unclad body from the eyes of the grinning men. They all shiver in frightening fear but none dares to resist the action taken on them, the fondling and different kind of assaults that still retains their value as it will be needed.

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

The man screamed loudly as it dug into his tongue, creating an hole so visible. The other stared in terror, fear gripping him. "Who sent you?" He asked, yet again. He didn't raise his voice... He didn't need to because he already owned that aura of a man so scary... A Devil in a human form. "I don't know I swear.. Please" The men cried out in desperation. Dante let out a scary laughter. "Please? You have the guts to say the word please? A woman was just saying that word to you few minutes ago yet you were hitting on her" He half yelled, his eyes turning completely red..