The Devil At 4 O Clock Novels & Stories

”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.

“Very much, yes.” “What time is it there?” I ask, scooping myself up to the headboard of my bed. Checking the clock on his nightstand, he gives me the perfect opportunity to ogle him. “A quarter after three.” He chuckles, driving his hand through his hair. “And there is no devil who appeared to take me by the way.” “Don’t say that.” I shake my head, looking away as his smirk is too much to bear. “It brings you bad energies.”

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

The apartment door remained open. Rain drifted through the hallway in the cool morning air. James turned the brass pocket watch over in his hand. No engraving. No manufacturer’s mark. Just worn brass… …and frozen hands pointing to 4:17. Charlotte unfolded the note again. The Fourth Door opens at 4:17. Don’t be late. She read it twice. Then a third time. “It doesn’t say morning.” Darrien looked at the wall clock. “It doesn’t have to.”

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

APRIL The first time I spot the devil is about thirty seconds before an ice-cold beer hits me in the face. He's sitting in a booth at the far end of Goody's Bar when it happens. He's not drinking, not talking, just watching me. His eyes are dark, sharp, and heavy with danger, the kind that sends a chill down your spine even when you're trying to pretend you don't notice. His hair is neatly cut, black as midnight. His suit matches it-tailored, expensive, and so dark it almost swallows the light around him. If fire suddenly started licking at his sleeves, it wouldn't surprise me. He looks like someone flames belong to.

I just tried to twist my waist out of his hold But the way he caught me, I got out of his grip. It seemed almost impossible. "Roose ….My crystal My baby! So you are calling me a devil. Yeah you are right I'm devil! Now you will see the real face of the devil, And I swear you won't be able to forget this Devil. I have been lovingly explaining for a long time, but you did not understand, now you come here to me and If you do not come to me within the next second, then you will be responsible for whatever happens tonight!."Christian said .