The Devil Inside Novels & Stories

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.

I know I live in my own dream world, but even I know that this isn’t one of my stories, Devil won’t take me away with her, Devil won’t be my mommy, Devil would lose interest in the end. “I’m ready,” I tell her with both my bags in hand, she smiles and leads me outside toward her car, the red Camaro, the car stood out in my neighbour it didn’t belong there none of the cars were fancy enough to be even compared to hers, and even the flashy ones aren’t that flashy, but still there stood the red sports car. Devil opened the trunk for my things, I could see other bags there, some plastic, some not, I could see a change of clothes, the trunk was pretty much filled, maybe it was all her torture dev

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.

This was worse. Tears welled in my eyes, but I kept fighting. I kicked. Screamed. Cursed. Their hands gripped my waist, my shoulders. I thrashed like a wild thing. I didn’t care if they broke me—I wasn’t going down quiet. And then something inside me cracked. I wanted someone—anyone—to show up. Even Leon. Even Sean. Even the damn devil himself. I hated them. But at that moment, I wanted to be saved by the same people I was trying to run from. I didn’t want to die in some alley. I didn’t want to be left like trash after these bastards were done.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

"Piece of advice, yeah?" "Make no mistake, Pari. Enzo is Diavolo. I have no idea why he decided to get married to someone who will provide us with no alliance. I don't know what sort of twisted games he's playing with you but I can assure you that it's not going to end in your favour." "The Devil isn't only a killer, he is a deceiver too and the master manipulator. It would do you good to keep your guards up and not get too comfortable. Enzo is not who you think he is, Pari. He is far worse than you can ever imagine."

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

I heard my name being called. I turned swiftly, meeting Dante's cold gaze. This time, I was not scared. I knew he was not cold inside, even though his outer appearance displayed that. Just then I realized I couldn't speak. I wanted to, but no words were forthcoming. Instead I stared blankly at him. Dante raised a brow. I could see he was waiting for me to say something. “Come inside.” he finally said, his voice commanding as usual. “No.” I told him, “I am not here to stay.”

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.