The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

He chuckled, lifting my face by my chin. “How much did you hear, little bird?” I gasped. He knew I had overheard them. I straightened my back. “I heard enough on the night of the attack, Diablo. I’m not stupid. Plus, I could tell what was wrong from his symptoms.” He shook his head, he dropped down on his seat and relaxed back, his gaze fixed on me. His lips twitched. “No, you’re not stupid.” His hand stretched forward, trailing lines along my inner thighs. “Diablo?” he mumbled. “Do you really think I'm the Devil?”

That’s ironic. "Luigi, you just have to get the devil's book, and there you'll know everything you need to know," Satan said as we talked. "How? Where can I get the Devil's book?" I asked him. "Don't worry," he said, smiling. "It will come to you on its own." Tss. Satan is amazing, isn't he? I wondered if the book was flying because it would come to me on purpose. Well, even though it’s hard to believe, I have to trust Satan. After all, he did not ask for anything in return. How ironic!

"Sir, she’s still recovering. You can’t just..." Dante didn’t even flinch, he just stared at her with that ice-cold gaze that could make grown men piss themselves. "And who’s going to stop me?" The nurse opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. He smirked. "That’s what I thought." He nodded to one of the men behind him, his right-hand man, Victor. He stepped forward and handed the nurse a thick bundle of cash then Dante leaned in, his voice low and murderous.

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

Tuesday 4th BIBLE STUDY 16:30 I felt chills all over, definitely not the good kind, i smiled at cherry and gave her a hug, i was searching for myself but cherry was really precious to me, i wouldn't mess it up a second time. I stood in front of the familiar structure waiting to be burned to crisp, for the skies to turn red, my bones turned to ash and my soul handed to the devil but none of that happened. I walked in, took a seat on the last pew like usual, held my rosary in one hand as i keyed into the sermon. "-this is the time when the devil will like to lure you into his trap, where the devil will use any means possible to push you away from salvation, away from Gods grace, away from the

THE DEVIL : “If you will let me see Oliver before our wedding only then I will do as you like." She offered me a deal, she isn't the first person who offered me a deal. I had been offered kind of deal when I go to take souls of the people and my answer was always decided and firm, "NO"

‘She caught the Devil’s attention. Ethan did not notice any of this happening as he stared at the face of the wounded young lady. She was filthy, but underneath the grime and the dirt, he could see she was lovely, and there was something about her that attracted him, and to which he had no explanation. Maybe he pitied her and didn’t want to see her get abused? Who knows, all he could think about was he wanted to care for her. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth. ‘Whoever laid their hand on you will surely face the Devil.’ He thought as his fists clenched.

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel