The Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

JUST LIKE YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ASSHAT ;) Will_the_devil WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?! YOU ARE NOT MY FAVORITE PEASANT! YOU ARE NOT ANYTHING TO ME! I_pooped :( I AM HURT AND SAD AND ANGRY. WHO IS SHE? OR HE? JUST GIVE ME A NAME, BABY. I WILL TAKE CARE OF IT. AND, THEN, I CAN BE YOUR FAVORITE PEASANT AGAIN. Will_the_devil ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? WHAT KIND OF GAME ARE YOU PLAYING?

"I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you. You're like a drug I can't quit." I stared at him across the scarred formica table, trying to process what he was saying. "So what am I supposed to be? Your dirty little secret? The person you use when you need to forget about your real life?" "Yes." The honesty of it was somehow worse than any lie would have been. At least a lie would have suggested he felt some shame about what he was proposing. "Go to hell," I said, starting to slide out of the booth. "Sit down." The command in his voice was absolute.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

I was so worried that she would find out about my pregnancy but I guess fate has caught up to me and put me in an even tighter position. “Mum, I am sorry,” I cried, burying my face in my hands. “What happened?” She questioned pulling me into a hug. “Did something bad happen?” “It's time. I have to tell you the truth about everything, please don't be mad,” I pleaded. Her face paled, her hand trembling as it reached for mine. “Ava… what truth?” My voice cracked as I confessed, “I’m his mate. The Devil Alpha’s mate. And he knows what I am.”

"You don't belong here! You're a freaking monster! You weakling ugly nerd!" Now I've really had enough! I shook my hand because of what I heard. Call me whatever you want bitch, monster, freak but not weak. Yeah, I'm a short-tempered girl but what can I do? This is me and I will never change because I was not born just to please others. Now you just wake up the demon inside me. We will have a game, my dear schoolmates. It's called DEATH GAME. In this game, I'm the only one who can decide if you're going to live or not. I'm the predator and all of you are my prey. All of you are included in this game. There's no exception.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

He had to be. I closed the file, “When should I start?” Roberts' smile widened. “Immediately.” Dante Giordano. This is the devil I'm going after, and I'll be the hunter who puts him in the ground.