The Devil Is Liar Novels & Stories

"The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day." "Tara, what do I need to do?" I tried as much as I could to balance my patient, because, I was already loosing it. "Lilith is a demon of the night, goddess of independence. She bore the devil, and other powerful demons. She wasn't really his mother, but she's been in existence longer than he has. The devil, or also known as Al-shaytaan or other names by other tribes, is the manifestation and personification of evil. Each demon has a form of entity where their power

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

What's holding him back? "Liar." "Trust my words. I never lied to you once." "I know you're lying. You won't make me see daylight after that. For sure." "What makes you think that way?" "Because that's how you treat witches like me. You hate me," I said matter-of-factly. Devon suddenly leaned toward me. He trapped me in his arms and looked at me in the eye. "You're putting words into my mouth, Gwy. That's not so nice." He gave me a warning look.

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.

Bane told her. That had a ring of truth. Emma knew her uncle had had a problem with poker in the past. But he had said he stopped playing. For some reason, she believed the man sitting in front of her. That meant her uncle had lied to her. “And you just let him keep playing?” she asked. “Angel, I’m not running a charity or daycare. If the visitor wants to play cards, who am I to stop them?” he smiled. “But the other casinos barred him because he is a degenerate gambler,” Emma objected. That had been the right thing to do in her mind.

He asked, “Your father is the Devil…. LUCIFER!” She said, and Luciano was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears. He normally hears it from humans that the Devil is an enemy of God, and he manipulates human and lure them in doin' evil things. Whenever he hears about the story, he too couldn't help it but hate Lucifer for making Adam and Eve commit such sin. Now to think of it, he appears to be the offspring of the Devil and the person he hated. No big deal, he has always hated his father and mother since childhood, so it wouldn't make any difference.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

“And the world will know that what belongs to the Devil… stays with the Devil.” As he led me out of the cellar, a low, subsonic growl rumbled in his chest. In that moment, I knew the truth. Girard Roux wasn’t human at all. And I was about to enter a cage far more dangerous than this cellar.