Small Mischievous Devil Novels & Stories

So enjoy each and every moment instead of stressing yourself out. See you soon. (DEVIL) Who on the earth is this person? Devil. That means it's a male person. But who can it be?

"Speaking of best friends, when was the last time the devil visited you? I haven't heard from him in a while." "You know how he is. Only ever comes when there is a special invitation. He is nearly invisible. I miss him though." "Who's the devil?" "Ohh. He's the third best friend. We are friends. We call him that because of his dark aura. But don't worry, he's harmless." That did sound like someone she knew but after Lucien said he was harmless. She decided not to put so much thought in it. She was probably overthinking. Lucien placed a hand on her shoulders. "You okay, darling?"

“And I’m thinking the entertainment has just arrived.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Angela you really are an evil, little devil.” “I’m your evil, little devil, Monster.” That sounded good to me. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be in bed with the devil for the rest of my life.

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.

"Ava–" Allicia rolled her eyes at her friend. "I urge you to please be quiet and concentrate on driving" she voiced. "Nonsense, I can see the road clearly! Even with my eyes closed" Ava bragged. "Nope, you won't do that here" Allicia laughed. Of course, she knew how reckless her friend can be. Ava may appear quite childish and playful, but that's a mere facade of what she really is. Her playfulness is only a cover-up for her fierceness and the banditry that coursed through her veins. If she really bragged about driving with her eyes closed, Allicia could bet that she would definitely give it a try when no one was watching. Ava had been that way since she knew her from the Orphanage.

well, you shouldn't be friends with the devil's associates. "How are you feeling today pumpkin?" "Oh wow! Now the devil's associate seems to care again. Liar!" I laughed with a little bit of sarcasm. "Devil what, haha that's the new name now?" He grinned at me as he jumped on the bed and almost sat on my legs. "I told you sinister was the only person who could tell you what was going on, and I wasn't lying about anything ."

ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.

”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.

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.

They grew, as rumours do when they find fertile ground, which is to say when they are the kind of rumours that people want to believe because believing them makes the world feel legible, makes cause and consequence align in a way that satisfies something deep and old in the human need for the accounting to balance. Frederick Marsh was dead and nobody knew why and Lucian Devlin was alive and the people who had known anything about either of them drew the line between those two facts with the confidence of people who had decided they understood how the world worked. To them, it was simple. The devil did not forgive. The devil did not leave the settling of scores to courts and terms of custody