Speak Of The Devil Novel Bomtoon Novels & Stories

It began subtly at first. Lucian barked for a meeting at seven in the morning—sharp. Nico arrived at six-fifty-nine, only to find Lucian already pacing the room like a jaguar in a cage. Arms crossed, eyes stormy, jaw clenched. “You’re late.” “I’m early.” “You’re late enough.” Nico blinked. “I—I can move time zones, sir, but not through sheer willpower.” Lucian ignored him and launched into a half-coherent tirade about courier delays, encoded messages, and how someone somewhere was probably trying to poison the trade alliance.

The abrupt shift left Brett utterly baffled, unable to comprehend the depths of Devon’s dual nature. As Devon turned to leave, Brett couldn’t help but voice his confusion. “Does your mother not know you?” he asked, his tone tinged with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. Devon halted in his tracks, his gaze piercing as he turned to face Brett once more. His voice, though still cold and threatening, held an underlying edge of warning. “If my mother learned about this,” he uttered, his words laced with a chilling certainty, “I would not hesitate to kill you. Remember that.”

“What do you say? We go to my car, and talk things out?” He said confidently, thinking Kon would leap at such an offer. “Why? Do I look like I want to have a chat with you?” Kon glanced around at the men in suits who were scattered as if waiting for him to bolt, to catch him. "I'm not interested." “Do you know who you are talking to?” The Devil tilted his head to the side as he watched the boy. "And you think I care about that?” Kon narrowed his eyes at the so-called devil. “Whatever you are, and whoever you might be, I don't care.”

“…and I will make you die inch by inch.” Lorenzo spat blood. A weak smile. “You are not God,” he rasped. My blood boiled. I smashed the gun into his face. Lip split. Blood everywhere. “I am the devil you should fear,” I said. “Devils do not forgive.” I nodded at Jopa. He handed me a blade like it was a gift. Cold steel. I dragged it across Lorenzo’s cheek, slow enough to feel him jerk. Red line opened. Good. Matthew whimpered in the corner. Begging. Annoying buzzing noise.

My mind seemed to travel, so I couldn’t understand her very well. “W-What did you say again?” Yes, it seems obvious that I understand little of what she said, but I understand the devil she’s talking about. Does she define herself? She doesn’t look like a devil to me. Or maybe I’m just mistaken? I was even more stunned by what she said. My chin may have landed on the floor because I was barely gaping. He speaks as a man does. “I am no saint. I am a devil ready to take your soul.”

This is what I wanted to say, but could manage to croak out only couple of words. Oh God! My tongue seems to be stuck to my jaw! But my course mumble seemed to have made an impact because the figure holding me seemed to go still for a moment. Then I heard a sound that sounded like a low chuckle. Satan was laughing? Does the devil laugh? "Loony Devil- yeah I am your t Loony and many do think I am a devil." He paused "But never for you Zavi." He sighed deep and mumbled "Thank God you are awake."

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

”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.