The Devil Is Liar Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

He shook his head desperately, not understanding. Liam smirked at the sight of his confusion. “Do you even know who’s standing in front of you?” The man quickly shook his head. “Hmmm… I’ll tell you,” Liam said with a cruel smile. “You’ve heard of the devil, haven’t you? That’s me. Welcome to my hell.” The man’s legs trembled uncontrollably as fresh urine soaked his trousers. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest. He had heard the rumors, the stories of the devil, but he never thought he would face him one day.

I replied smiling at her. "When is the devil coming today?" Naisha asked Stacy. "After an hour and how many times do I have to tell you guys he is not a devil anymore," she replied. "Oh come on, just because he doesn't behave rudely these days doesn't mean he has changed," said Lia. "What are you guys talking about?" I was again confused. "You guys told her or not?" Stacy asked all three of them. "We did tell her that he is a devil and she should avoid him as much as she could," John replied.

“That sounds like the Devil: rebelling against Heavenly conventions. Speaking of which, where's Lucifer?” “Right beside you.” I gawked. “Samael, are you shitting me?” He grinned madly. “I am the Father of Lies- you can't trust a word I say, and all I say is true.” He saw my face twist in horror and burst into wicked laughter. I debated jumping off the cliff, trapped between the Devil and the deep blue sea. The Devil? Did I just think that?

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

I shudder turning away and standing abruptly , the devil is a liar we can’t lose our key witness now … Not when we can taste sweet victory