The Devil In Love Novels & Stories

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

He said, his nostrils flared and his eyes were furious. For the first time I was realizing that there were so many wrong things about him and his feelings toward me was not something that existed at all. I asked a question, why did it rile him up so much? On one end there was pity and the thought that he had grown in conditions where he needed to prove himself to be loved, but on the second hand I was so livid. The more interactions I had with him the more certain I was that this person fit very closely to the description of the devil. And can one really love the devil? I was doomed.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

But even she could not control everything. In the underworld, Damon sat on his obsidian throne, listening to yet another report about the rabid demon’s surviving allies. His jaw tightened. His patience was thin. His ministers trembled when he spoke. Every demoness in the court watched him with hungry eyes. They adored him, feared him, worshipped him. Lily was the worst of them. She hovered near him constantly, her voice sweet, her smile poisonous. She was beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way, with silver hair and eyes that glowed faintly from her fallen angel heritage. Her father had been a fallen angel, a master of hypnosis. Only demons of high authority could resist his influence. Lily inhe

“Liwayway promised me a bride as beautiful as the moon and as strong as the tides. She didn’t disappoint.” She sat up on her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Her violet-blue eyes were wide and fearful. “Who are you? What do you want?” “I want you to love me, little one.” The devil told her with a small smile. “All I want is for you to love me like I love you. Imogen felt a combination of love and desire course through her body. She didn’t understand why she was so drawn to this handsome unearthly creature. Yes, she instinctively yearned for his touch, his kiss and embrace wrapping around her…

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

He stripped Theo slowly, reverently, then spent the next several hours making love to him with the same intensity he had on that first night — only now it was layered with deep, undeniable love. Theo was no longer the arrogant grad student who had challenged the Devil. He was the Devil’s chosen. His love. His permanent possession. And he had never been happier. The End

'Try again love you know i have you exactly where i want you to be,' he whispered huskily, giving her a devilish smirk, flashing his canines. She bit her lip and contemplated what to do next, he had her trapped. "You're at my mercy amour," he teased again "Can you shush please im trying to concentrate, i dont know what to do next," she said hesitantly, bent forward. "Anything you do, I'll love," he said suggestively, as Venus frowned at him and then caught onto the double meaning, giving him a horrified look and threw a chess piece at him.

His eyes met mine as a tear rolled out of my eyes, it looked nothing like the loving eyes of Scott I had fallen in love with. His look was full of nothing that resembled love and passion, at that moment I knew that I was in love with the devil.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.