The Devil At 4 O Clock Novels & Stories

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

a familiar voice said, Yep, I know that annoying voice from anywhere, please God let it not be who I think it is. Someone was approaching from the shadows, I could see a perfectly structured body already, “You have got to be kidding me”, he was slowing approaching where we were seated with drinks in his hands like it was a movie scene or something, as he got closer I finally got to see who it was yep it was the devil, Davis Garraway. “You have no right to comment on someone else’s look, her looks is none of your business, all of you” he continued as he looked at them all

Devil preyed on humans, devil hunters destroyed the devil, humans against the devil. Centuries of devil hunters risk their lives for the lives of humans. Every time someone falls, a new fang always appears. But the devil will continue to appear while in the human heart there is darkness. September 4th, 684 X on the continent of Numan, in the Sufyan Forest area, a horse carriage passes, driven by a young man. He’s wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, animal skin vest with fur on the shoulders and neck, as well as gloves and leather boots. His hair is swaying in the cool night breeze, which also hit his clean skin. Abelard is sitting very quietly behind his galloping horses.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

We drove to the bar, and as we entered, the dazzling music and chattering voices filled the air. "Exclusive, please," Ledger requested. "Let's go, man. Cheer up," he said, hitting me on the chest as we moved into the exclusive bar. "See this stripper, man," Ledger pointed out as I sat down, observing the scene. My eyes locked onto her. Something about the way she rolled on the pole captivated me. Her eyes met mine; she bit her pink lips and winked at me. As I watched her graceful performance, I couldn't help but feel intrigued.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?

The 48-hour clock had just been accelerated. “They’re here,” he said, voice steel. “For the documents. For you.” Elena’s heart hammered as she grabbed her robe. The real contract had bought them time, but time had just run out. Footsteps and shouts grew louder in the hallway outside their fortified door. The devil’s protection was being tested, and the monsters at the gate no longer cared about old blood oaths.

"And what if you are?" His lips curved. Dark. Dangerous. "Then you should pray, Elena Rossi. Because the devil does not let go of what belongs to him." He turned and walked away. I stood there frozen, realizing I had walked into a cage made of gold and glass. And the devil held the only key.