Sympathy For The Devil Supernatural Novels & Stories

not like some devil who teases me always thinking about devil here he comes I thought he will shout on her strangely he supported her later he praised her for coffee woah what exactly happening to this devil hey God did you listened to my prayers after all these years thank you god for showing a way for me atleast now this devil changes ♡SRISTE POV♡ I got ready early but due to mari we all became late whatever we reached to office by that time he didn't arrived yet I went to top floor one girl said he asked me to wait in his cabin I'm waiting for him by that time only I seen a fish I'm talking to it when I seen they're behind another man also with him the girl who sent me inside was lying th

' In real those men were gifting his soul to the Devil, and the Devil was that silhouette. And The Devil never accepts a gift which doesn't scream for mercy. ************************** ************************** Guys kindly vote for the book. I hope you all are enjoying the book. Lemme know in the comment section. Love you all!!!

"I already cursed you not to be able to walk under the sun because of your betrayal... You'd live with it and so would your followers." Dracula stepped forward and gulped down the concoction that was made by the devil and he clutched his stomach, his eyes rolled skyward. "Yes!" The devil cackled. "It's working." Dracula fell on the ground and shivered before letting out a loud shout that shook the earth. A new demon was born! "All hail Azelbub!" They chanted, bowing down to the master. "Jonathan!" The devil exclaimed and a young man answered. "Step into the middle."

I asked. Ben’s eyes shot to Sunny and I almost laughed. Sunny was not only a mortal but a shifter, one of the lowest on the pecking order of supernatural creatures as far as I was concerned. They could do one thing and one thing only. She had nothing to offer in this situation, nor any understanding of what I was actually inferring. “I know I’m just a human but wouldn’t taking Fiona’s spirit and harnessing her powers for his own use be enough of an appeal for a devil,” Sunny said.

“That was merely the tip of the iceberg. I did not have the time or inclination to assist, but I did broker a deal between Boos and mea about not helping eachother even the other are dying, I healed Type mind—took me nearly a year to do so. As for Man, Boss and Type. . . bond . . .” The Devil paused again, searching for the right way to phrase the rest of the tale. “I do not know why Boss and Man fell in love with angel who turn into vampire, we always kill those who are Angel but turn into any kind of creatures. But with Type I can't do that we can't do that, even if Boss and Man didn't fell for him I still protect Type, we are devil's but not monsters and Type is only seventeen, so we dec

Vito doesn’t raise his voice… he breaks souls in silence. Power drips from him like blood from a blade. He doesn’t walk—he prowls. Mercy is foreign to him, love is a weapon, and obedience is the only prayer he answers. He doesn't punish with fists, he punishes with precision. Smiling while he destroys, whispering sweetly as he ruins you. How do I cope with such a devil, he stood up and was already leaving, is he leaving me like this to tie towel? “Are you really leaving me like this? I’m cold, and I do the able to leave this room with this towel” I said.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

"If anyone saw your face back there, they'd think we just had our first big couple's argument." His arms disappeared from my waist as soon as those words reached his ears and he frowned. I immediately gripped his wrist before he even had the chance to walk away from me. "It's upsetting that you checked my background like a creep, but you don't need to care about Lucas." I assured him. "I'm not the same kid I used to be back then. If he dares to try anything, I'll break his arm myself. Then again, you'd probably do that before I can..." I shrugged. "I honestly don't get why a so-called devil is so obsessed with me, but it makes me feel....untouchable. You wouldn't let him hurt me, would you?

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,