Speak Of The Devil Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

And then an unfamiliar house swims to the forefront, a large, boxy building sagging toward the mire on the same foundation as the one I had built. These thoughts belong to Amos, I realize. But the demon’s walked this swamp for the last time. The portal hungrily devours Amos’s soul. I don’t know if it’s dead, or if it’s just been sent back to hell. Honestly, I’d prefer that I never find out. I don’t fight as the spectral opening beckons me deeper. I’d made a deal with the devil. My soul has been forfeited since the very moment I first allowed Amos in.

she mocked “You should consider yourself lucky I'm talking to you” he said “(Laughs) I should consider myself lucky for talking to the devil? Don’t you know that to men that sounds like death” she asked “You are the first human I have spoken to personally and physically in a long time” he said “Really? Tell, me who are those you have spoken to a long time ago” she asked “very few” he said “I want to know those you have manipulated like myself” she said and he smiled

Its gaze fell upon her. ”…you were never supposed to become aware of me.” Sophia’s blood ran cold. Then the universe began disappearing. Not dying. Not collapsing. Being erased from the page. Seraphina screamed: “MUMMY!” Sophia reached for her. Lucien grabbed Sophia. Noah shouted. Death attacked the darkness. The Devil King unleashed everything. But nothing worked. Because this time they weren’t fighting a character. They were fighting the one holding the story. And just before everything disappeared, Sophia heard one final sentence: “Chapter One is over.” End of Chapter 161 TO BE CONTINUED…

“Command me, little devil. Demand your pleasure.” . The End.... Or is it?!!! Okay, there's a bonus chapter.... A. Gupta

I heard the devil yelling something in Russian and then everything turned silent only the sobbing of that boy and my heavy breathing could be heard in that room. I left an arm around my shoulders and I ready to shout again but before I could the devil's voice came. "Shh it's me." as soon as his voice came I suddenly felt calm instead of getting angry on him. I leaned at his chest and he caressed my head. My eyes were still closed but I felt his caress that boy's head also on which he hide his face in the crook of me neck. I heard the devil sighing. "Let's go home and then we will talk." he said and ushered me out of the room.

A devil more handsome than flowers. His displayed right eye,scanned around his room,he didn't need his magic telling him there was an intruder or rather a rat eager to die. Whoever it was had just broken the first rule,stepping into his lair. With a wave of his delicate slender hands,sent the intruder before him on his knees. The devil need not say a word,his intruder began begging, pleading like a roaster about to be slaughtered. "I'm sorry Benjamin... I just came here for-" 'Benjamin' The devil whispered in his thought as the intruder begun, unaware of the change in the devil.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

That apathetic voice had a tinge of fear simmering in my gut. I timidly walked in, instantly meeting his silver blue eyes. I froze in place. Locking eyes with the Devil far longer than my lungs could bear. Still, I desperately awaited a gesture from him and ever so tauntingly, his lips widened to a smile. Not the smile he normally offers me. There was something lurking in those dead eyes, they hailed a silent warning, they told me something; "The Devil knows your sins." "You asked for me, father?" I spoke before the air could be drained from my lungs, standing in place like a statue. My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the tor

Guilty of the crime of absolute stupidity. “Lilac, actually.” The tired-looking one is choking—oh, wait, that’s laughter. It sounds a bit painful and rusty, like a cat coughing up a hairball. Yikes. I’m not sure whether to laugh or call an ambulance. And then I see him again. “The devil speaks,” I announce grandly, because my brain is too drunk to control my mouth. “Go on, satan, confess your crimes to me.” The Tired One wheezes harder, but the devil just smiles— a slow, dangerous curve of lips and lashes.