Small Mischievous Devil Novels & Stories

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

The young woman thought of protesting, but she remembered in time that the being before her was a devil, the stories she remembered about them spoke as if a wounded ego turned them into horrendous and even more monstrous beings. "Say in creating this illusion that I will definitely laugh last at this joke." The devil smiled and the breeze from the seasonal coffee shop changed, not to something more summery, autumnal or wintery, it was simply like it was nothing coming from nowhere. But that was circling the table. Artemisia didn't think long before closing her eyes and just waiting for when she felt she should open them again.

The devilish smile tugged at his lips as the meaning of his words sank in. "I cannot look away from what you did to the dress," he said, voice casual but dangerous, "I have a very good memory, which is both a blessing and a curse. Come, little mouse. It’s time to punish you. Follow me," he commanded, turning his back on her. Glancing over his shoulder, he added, "Come. The faster, the better." Sherryl didn’t want to follow, but what choice did she have? The phrase 'You reap what you sow' echoed in her mind as she forced herself to comply, telling herself not to act out impulsively. But it was hard not to retaliate against his actions.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

Yes, a normal person wouldn't react that way,’ she nodded finding the right word for him. ‘ Thinking of it again, it's more understandable why he's called a devil. Oh oh, I shouldn't underestimate him. He's dangerous ‘ She thought to herself, but her mind wandered to what had happened before they got to the office. His soothing words, his charming smile… ‘ What's wrong with you?,’ she quickly scolded herself inwardly, ‘ Which smile is charming, that was the smile of a devil, you better not fall for it. Lucifer was the most handsome in heaven ‘

“You of all people should know that in the Mafia world, trust is a currency no one can afford.” His smirk twisted into something cruel. “I must say... you’re too dumb to be called the Mafia Devil.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound low and bitter, watching his arrogance drip like poison. “Only a trap,” I said softly, eyes narrowing. “I really didn’t expect you to fall for it, Siego.” His gaze flickered, if only for a fraction, before he doubled down, voice heavy with disdain. “You’re quite brave to think you could come here alone and walk away in one piece.”

"You're starting to look like a little pervert!" Before Rose could react, another tiny version of herself appeared with a puff of imaginary smoke. She wore a black dress, a pair of tiny red horns perched on her head, and lazily rested a little pitchfork over her shoulder. Mini Devil Rose crossed one leg over the other and smirked. "Oh, please." She waved a dismissive hand. "She's simply appreciating the view." She glanced toward Alex and nodded approvingly. "And can you blame her? Look at him."

The only woman who it took to make me Human was dead, now, I was going to be the devil they always accused me of. The first one came at me with a spear, hesitated—just a second—but that second was enough time for me, I ducked low and drove my sword through his gut, twisting until I felt the resistance snap. He crumpled before he could even scream. The others hesitated just for a moment, enough to see the look in my eyes. Enough to feel it ;the shift. This wasn’t Azrael the bastard, this wasn’t Azrael the weird child, This was the thing they created.

I wanted to puke but I chose to force back the bile that was threatening to come out and tried to look calm as I placed the grocery bags on the kitchen’s slab. It was a last minute thought to shorten my time with the devil and explain my absence from the dorm. “Your Highness, what can I get for you ?” I asked as I took out two glasses. “Just get your pretty self here, boy. I missed you,” the devil purred, which was more like a disgusting grunt which creeped me out but I knew better than to disobey this perv*rted bastard. I let his filthy lips and hands touch me, burning my skin painfully with his evil and impure touches.