Small Mischievous Devil Novels & Stories

"But I am wishing that they will." "That would be one hell of a miracle if it happened," the devil commented. "He’s a demon who swore to hate love, you see." "I know," she said, nodding. "But you forgot who Rhian is. She’s a bad bitch that everyone can’t handle." "Just like you?" "Yeah," she cheekily grinned. "Zin, let’s go home; I hate this weird atmosphere."

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

he yelled, seemingly angry. “I know I seem ungrateful, but you truly won't understand, Kevin. Not every form of kindness is meant to help you. Some's to kill you. The devil isn't a being with horns; it isn't something that has a long tail, is red, and spits fire out of its mouth. Occasionally it's a normal walking human who smiles the brightest and wants nothing more than to kill you. An example of those devils are the kindest of people because no one can be truly kind”

My hands are not shaking when I look at them, and they are firmly holding onto Casimir's collar. Why do I have the impression that I'm seeing him smiling when he ought to be furious at what I did to him? I often notice this type of smile if he has something planned or in mind. In the aforementioned myths, along with the other species, only devils were capable of sporting such a cunning smile. Yet, isn't he still a devil? A cunning animal disguised as a person? "My lovely fiancé, if you're looking for your partner in this wondrous event, then I guess you should be ready to hear what I'm going to say."

This time, he chose to make a detour and walk up to it from behind. When he was ten feet away from the shrub, the Great Devil suddenly barked, "I said to get lost! Didn't you hear me?" Xiao Chen was startled. Then, the cries of "Koo-chee" resounded. The Koo-chee beast ran up to the devil and kept pulling shadow-punches in an attempt to provoke the man. The Great Devil bellowed, "You're seeking death!" A formidable force hit the beast. "Koo-chee!" the creature cried as it was sent flying like it was as light as cotton candy. When it fell to the floor, it even bounced several times.

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

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

In the comforting darkness, I navigated towards my bed, my body moving with a familiar ease. “That vile creature,” I whispered into the quiet, a scowl forming on my face as I thought of the devil who had corrupted our Head Nun. Surely, it wasn't our Head Nun who had initiated such a sin. No, he must have whispered insidious suggestions into her ears, like a serpent in paradise, leading her astray.