Tell That Devil Novels & Stories

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

Cadell Marcus's eyes were as bright as torches, staring at the Evil Devil kneeling on the ground. That Evil Devil's almost transparent body shook slightly and his voice trembled. "Daoist... I can't talk about this... Talking is only a dead end." "I can beat your soul to pieces at any moment, aren't you afraid?" Cadell Marcus said angrily. "No... I can't say..." The Evil Devil shook his head, looking frightened. "If you don't say it, then I'll send you on your way!" Cadell Marcus said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the Evil Devil over there.

As they caught their breath, Luca held him tightly. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more ready.” The devil had declared his love openly. Now the underworld would bleed for it.

shouted Alice. The figure stared at Alice with one eye rolling and spitting out more mucus. "Haven't you noticed Alice yet? But, now that you know who I really am, I'll say. I AM THE DEVIL, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!" shouted the figure and immediately attacked Alice with its long slimy arms

"Who gave you my phone number? And what makes you think it's a good idea to disturb someone's sleep?" "The Devil did; he said hi," I whisper. "That's why I'm offering salvation before it's too late. The Devil's close; he's here to take everything you love and everything that is important to you. Be it your children, your mistresses, money or power." I keep my voice low and as quiet as possible simply because I want to. When I mess with someone like him, I feel like a movie star, and boy, do I enjoy it. "Fuck off!" He barks louder than expected. Where's the courtesy to warn someone before you want to scream and make someone's ears bleed?

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

"You think you know it all, but what you know is barely scratching the surface." I put as much warning in my voice as I spoke. "This thing runs deeper than you can possibly imagine, and now you have a target on your back. It will be so easy to get rid of you." She whirled around, mouth pressed into a thin line. "I'd love to see you try." "I'm not the enemy here." "You expect me to believe that? Then answer me one question, what were you doing in Vegas? What were you doing on that ship tonight? How did you find me here? How did you manage to get a clean shot at someone in the dark and several feet above you?"