Romans & histoires The Devil Is Liar

Lila tried to listen so she could know what tone her sister was using with her but it seemed not to work. "Of course, I do not want that to happen and that is the reason I walked willingly into the lion's den." Likla wanted to be sure that her entire family knew she was not pleased with how things had turned out. "Oh, come on, trust me, from experience, I am sure it would not be as bad as you think it would be." Lila took a deep breath. No matter what anyone said to her, she would never believe that there could be anything good about living with the devil. Levi was the devil; she had seen it many times and she did not need a third party to tell her.

Some part of them believed what she said and some parts of her still didn't believe what she just told them. “ Look babygirl I'm trying so hard to believe what you're saying but even if Lucas is truly the devil as you said I'm sure you wouldn't be with him until now... I mean who in thier right mind could stand near the devil ” Chris said shrugging his shoulders. “ I understand what you're saying but you have to believe me...Dad you have to believe me I'm telling the truth... Lucas is the devil and I'm getting married to him on Saturday so I thought I should tell you guys the truth ”

I saw one fifty two minutes ago. I don't know what to think. My step-father has committed a lot of atrocities, but none, have haunted me quite like him shamelessly revealing the evidence of his arousal to me. I don't want to think too much about it, but my mind doesn't want to stop manufacturing questions I know I do not want to hear the answers to. If only he'd said a word. Just one word. It is said that the Devil is the master of deceit, that he is most adroit at weaving up illusions of false pleasure and decadence that conceal utter apparition. That is how he traps many souls without them even knowing it.

He said it like it was the absolute truth. One side of my mouth pulled up in a nervous scoff. I don’t know what personality I was expecting for the devil to have but it was not this. I sort of imagined a monster who randomly kills people and takes their soul to hell because he is a lonely piece of shit but boy was I wrong. He is an entertainment deprived asshole with the mental age of a 5 year old if we’re not counting IQ. He doesn’t seem dumb. He manages to avoid every single question I ask with some bullshit that seems relevant but actually isn’t.

“He looks so much better by your side than mine. Not to mention I noticed his eyes on you, sister.” Mia shook her head. Her sister was reading things incorrectly. He was not looking at Mia with romantic eyes, rather, with malice because he was the Devil and she, Mia Chapman, owed him. “Lily, you're wrong. He asked for you and I must say he was a little annoyed that I showed up alone.” Lily frowned. “Did he complain rudely?” she asked calmly and Mia realized that maybe she had made a mistake. She couldn't influence Lily in any way or she would be in trouble with the Devil.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

he said softly, “You scared the hell out of me.” Isla couldn’t look at him. She curled inward like a broken thing, breath hitching, chest caving in. “You don’t understand,” she whispered, hollow. “I had nothing left. Now I’m nothing.” Tariq let out a dry laugh. “Isla, the world’s full of people pretending they’ve got it all. Some of them wear suits. Some of them throw parties and pretend they’re gods. But none of that matters. You know what matters?”

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

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.