Small Mischievous Devil Novels & Stories

Period. “All right, I get it. It is indeed regretful to let you in after I just finished cleaning my car,” the devil answered. Wait a minute. Was he saying that we are dirty? Seriously. What is his problem?! He came to us like an attention seeker and spoke nonsense like this! When the car’s window was about to close, I placed my hand in between. “Wait,” I halted. He opened the window again and stared at me. “What do you want? I told you not to touch my stuff again,” he told to me. The bastard got a tissue then he used it to wipe the part I touched.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

“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.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “I think they are unaware of this, too!” I whispered, recalling how my friends had proven themselves trustworthy time and again. But then, the gravity of her words hit me. “Wait! So you’re telling me that the devil has a brother?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Make no mistake, sweetie, that Darklord is no devil, well yeah devil is the most… what should I say? The devil is the most devilish in the entire world, but he doesn’t have time to run after a specific girl.

He grumbled as his voice vibrated from within his chest. I remained silent, then he turned, Damien, himself, born Pygmy, yet deservingly alpha, his short hands couldn’t determine what a strict leader he was, he smiled widely, revealing his shark teeth, no one dared him. Sarah bowed immediately, accompanied by Elena and Zara. He is known as the little devil, that’s what she is called by many. I didn’t, because I am an alpha, I bow to no one… except my wife.. but the little menace, no I did not bow, his tiny fingers intertwined, the nail beds covered with a greenish coating, they looked dirty, like they’d ripped someone’s heart out.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

he said loudly. In Ha smiled lazily. "I'm not God and you're not a devil who was cast out just for making one mistake, right? We're both only humans. Who can remember and hold grudges. Even if I forgive you, I won't want to go back with you." "What?"

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

Confused and bewildered, I asked“How’s that fair?” “Haven’t life yet taught you that nothing is fair, Piccolo diavolo.” His voice was so soft like a caress. I wonder which version of him was his true self. I questioned, “What does it mean?” “Little devil.” I pressed my lips, felt myself relax a little. “And, here I thought I was a perfect little angel.” “I am happy you aren’t...”