The Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

A discernible moment of reflection elapses and… “Horrible things.” She mutters as they both stare into space. She doesn't want to go back to those moments or think about it more than she already does. She shuffles his hair playfully and he giggles, exposing a beautiful pair of dimples that she innately thinks is worth envying. “You know I will do anything for you right?” Christian smiles on her words before nodding, not once questioning himself she meant it. He believes her. “Come on, I need to show you my video games. They are super cool and trust me, you will love them.” Laurel jumps to her feet, matching Christian's eagerness as they both walk out the room with Christian pulling her hand,

--- When night falls again, the storm hasn’t returned, but I can feel it building inside the walls—inside me. The game has started. And this time, I won’t be the pawn.

“I’m no one. Just someone who once came too close to the truth. And I’m still alive because I knew when to stop talking.” “Then why are you talking to me?” Deviana snapped, panic lacing her tone. He stepped forward half a pace, his eyes sharp and piercing. “Because I see you walking down the same path. And I don’t want another life destroyed by this game.” --- Deviana gripped her bag tighter, her breathing uneven. “I don’t understand… what do you mean by game? What does this have to do with Devandra?”

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

“He was a cook. Feeds your warriors. Spare him and the pack sees mercy as strategy.” Devon’s claws hovered. His hand shook once. He lowered it. “Take him to the pits instead. Break his hands.” The man sobbed thanks. Devon turned to me, voice low. “You’re playing a dangerous game feeding me that shit.” “I’m keeping you from turning into something even worse,” I shot back, stepping on his boot under the hem of my dress so no one saw. He pulled me against his side, arm like steel around my waist. “Keep talking and I’ll fuck you right here on this platform.”

EMILY'S POV As I was pulled into a dark room, I felt the men move me forward to where Dante stood. He faced the window that overlooked the dark surrounding with a hand in his pockets. As I tried steadying myself from being pulled around, I heard the door close. I was now alone with Dante. There was silence. An eerie one that filled the room. And when he turned, I almost had my heart in my mouth. He gazed at me for a while, then took two strides to where I stood.

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.