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

The devil said goodbye to both Shubh and me and sat in his car and drove off. " Vidhi is cute as well as beautiful. Isn't it Shubh? " I wanted to see his expression. He just smiled and nodded. Not much reaction. Maybe, I was wrong. Well, I could not sleep for the whole night. As a handsome devil was haunting me with memories of his kisses and touch. *********** I was getting ready for the hospital when the devil called on my phone. " Hello !! " " Hi, sweetheart!! Dreamt of me, last night? "

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

“And yet this is the fourth time someone’s fucking raided my runs? I made a deal with you to protect the runs. You think I’m a fucking idiot? Are you fuckers robbing me?” Pierce looks ready to put a bullet between my eyes. I’m ready to put one between his if he keeps talking to me like that. He’s known for his short temper, mood swings, and impulsive bullshit. Fucking deals. I told Devil this was a bad idea from the start, but of course, why listen to your VP once in a while? Devil had gotten bored with the strip clubs, bars, garage, and p**n business scattered around Nevada and wanted to dive into drugs. We’d done drug runs back in the early days of the club, but quit when the heat got too

Taylor's pov The second Derrick’s boot slammed into Devon’s ribs, something inside me snapped in half. This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t even fucking close. “Derrick!” I screamed. “Stop…stop! You’re hurting him!” He didn’t even look at me. His chest rose and fell in sharp, angry breaths, like a storm was building inside him and had no place to go except through Devon’s bones. Devon gasped, folding over himself. “What the hell…” he coughed, blood staining his lip, “...is wrong with you?”

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

I asked. Max shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” I was surprised by his snappy tone. Before I could throw out a smart retort, a small uproar erupted in the party crowd. Looking out, I saw the Devils entering the party. They were all wearing black, their jackets, smoking, carrying their guns. They were led by Dexter who stood at the center of it, enjoying the attention on him. “Well, well, well, isn’t this something? Chadwick, how could you throw a party and not invite your old friend!” he said, addressing Mr. Chadwick.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Nicolae suddenly shakes hands with the devil and as they depart I hear a voice urging me to follow the strange figure. I walk cautiously a few feet behind the devil when another man joins him in his walk. "How do you plan to save the girl?" The second man asks as they come to a sudden stop. "It is simple really. When she dies she will be with child. The devil's child. The child's life force will be what saves her." The devil explains. "And what of you master? I will not serve some spoiled rich boy." The second man says with hate. "You will serve him as you have served me." The devil says with a voice that leaves no room for argument.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea