Novel & Cerita The Devil How Someone Sees You

DANIEL'S POV I have never truly believed in the existence of the devil. People talk about him as if he is some supernatural being, lurking in the shadows, whispering temptations into people's ears, pushing them toward wrongdoing. They speak of him as though he is an unseen force, a dark entity with horns and a tail, manipulating human desires and leading people astray. But to me, that has always sounded like nothing more than a fairy tale— a story created to comfort weak minds, a convenient excuse that allows people to shift the blame for their own wickedness. It is easier to believe in an external force, a malevolent presence pulling the strings, than to accept the truth: evil is born withi

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.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

he said, sitting straight on the bed as I sat in front of him in Indian style. "You know why a devil is called Satan?" I asked, drawing his attention. He remained silent, prompting me to continue. "It's because no matter how much good someone does for him, he never lets go of his bad deeds. The same goes for humans." "But I am not like that," he asserted. "I don't even look at people who have hurt me, even if they are on the verge of death." "That's why you are a spook," I said, rolling my eyes.

Henry's POV --- "You freak! Watch where you're going!" An angry woman snarled at me and I couldn't help but shrink due to the intensity of her voice. I immediately panicked since the people that were passing started to stare at us. 'This is all my fault, I should have looked at where I was going.' I blamed myself in my head as she continued cursing at me. All I could do was lower my head to avoid the shame. "Hey human plastic! Fuck off will you!" A shout suddenly penetrated my ears, and I slowly tilted my head a little to see who it was.

samar said " You know what Samar we both have a huge difference between us despite the fact that we are best friends. I don't destroy innocent lives to satisfy my ego like you. So If you think that I'm going to destroy her for this small reason they you're fucking wrong." I told him looking at his eyes " then what's the reason? "he asked me calmly Because he saw my devil in my eyes. I can turn into a devil if I have to. And my devil is worse than myself.

His anger nearly killed me. Alyssia held my hand and started running towards her car as we had to reach the office as quickly as possible. While running with her, I saw Silvia talking to the devil and showing her despair. Sometimes the person who would offer you a shoulder to cry or showing too much dismay over the ashes of your loss would be the one who actually set the blaze and then hides their glee under the mask of benevolence. The very thought landed on the surface of my vivid mind out of the blue, when I saw Silvia comforting the devil. This world is a weird place, you have an arduous time here to figure out who is your friend or who is… the foe.

"You really scare people to death with your craziness." "I love it when I see fear in anyone's eyes the moment they see me." "Very iconic, perhaps that's the reason your lawyer was terrified when he saw me laughing while looking at your file for the first time." "I have no idea who that man is, he just appeared out of nowhere to be my lawyer and I still don't know how on earth he convinced everyone to see the devil himself." "You are definitely not a devil but you aren't an angel either." "Then who am I?"

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

“HUMANS EAT ANIMALS, DEVILS EAT HUMAN. ISN’T IT WHAT YOU CALL FOOD CHAIN, HUMAN BRAT!” “IN ADDITION, OUR EXISTANCE, THE DEVILS WERE BECAUSE OF THE DESIRE AND THE DARKNESS INSIDE THE HUMAN HEART. EVEN REVENGE AND NEGATIVE ENERGI THAT MAKE US EXIST!” Abelard’s heart stops beating for a few seconds. It feels like an iron pin had stabbed him through the hole which made his chest hurt. The fragments of the devil’s words swirls in Abelard’s mind. 'No, it’s not true!’