The Devil Is A Part-timer 2nd Season Novels & Stories

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

“…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..

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

I said with closed teeth then walked away Cause I know I can't keep down my tears for long, I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry "Neither is my name devil" he said to me, I kept walking since am already crying, I heard him giggle and that made me hate him more, he is truly the devil. When we came home the house was empty, always is, my mother still work with the bank, my new dad works as a manager in a beer distributing company, they plan to save up and open up something for mom so she will quit the bank job "So what are we going to eat, cupcake," the devil asked, I kept him quiet am still mad at him, am always mad at him

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.” He exhales. “You think it’s her?” “I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.” "We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.

"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."

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

Her platinum blonde hair was disheveled in a cute way. My eyes wandered down her body and I noticed how her skirt accentuated her curves and the way her tight shirt hugged her breast. Though most of her make up was gone, she looked like perfection in human form. "Come and eat". I suddenly remembered the food was still there untouched. Mine included. "I'm not hungry". She sneered. "You're hungry". I stated matter of factly. "I'd rather die of hunger than eat with the devil". She spat out. I wasn't expecting this to be easy. I could let her go or I could still keep her here but right now I'll forfeit the latter.