The Devil Is Liar Novels & Stories

“Tell me, how many nights has she slept beside you, thinking you’re just a cursed soul in need of love? What will she do when she sees what you really are?” I turned fast, slamming him into the wall, though my hand passed halfway through him, half shadow, half flesh. “Stay away from her.” Mordecai’s grin didn’t falter. “You can’t threaten me with the same anger that made me. You forget, Azrael, I am you. The part that slaughtered your blood, the part that smiled while the world burned.” “Not anymore.” He leaned close, his whisper colder than winter. “You can dress it in softer colors, share a bed, pretend the devil deserves love, but you and I know what’s coming. Nine months left, remember?

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

“You’ve never had to worry about where your next meal was coming from or whether you’d have a place to sleep at night. You’ve always had someone to catch you when you fell.” “You’re right,” Laura said. “I haven’t experienced what you have. But that doesn’t mean I owe you money for it.” “Then maybe I should tell George the truth about your little arrangement with Scott,” Lily said, a mean edge to her voice. “I’m sure he’d love to know that his beloved sister basically prostituted herself to pay for his medical bills.” Laura felt like she had been slapped because using George against her was a low blow, and Lily knew it.

"Mom! It's too late! We can't change our decision, we have chosen Lisa, we want her wealth and status in our hands. Then we have to give our lives to her. This is the price to pay for wealth and prosperity. We have made a contract and made an exchange with the devil. We can't go back." The devil that Andy mentioned was Lisa, she had all the qualities to become the most powerful devil, she had money, she had status, she had the evil flowing through Lisa's blood, plus her deadly charm only added to her danger. Andy could only obediently submit to her, he couldn't resist. However, Andy didn't know that the most powerful devil was hiding in the dark and waiting for the opportunity to kill him, a

She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “I think they are unaware of this, too!” I whispered, recalling how my friends had proven themselves trustworthy time and again. But then, the gravity of her words hit me. “Wait! So you’re telling me that the devil has a brother?” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Make no mistake, sweetie, that Darklord is no devil, well yeah devil is the most… what should I say? The devil is the most devilish in the entire world, but he doesn’t have time to run after a specific girl.

I asked. Lily stared at me, her voice low and grim. “Ethan Stark is the devil. And I think you just agreed to be the devil’s wife.” A chill ran down my spine. Was he that bad? I have seen him arrogant and ruthless but the devil? Have I mistakenly just sold myself to the devil?

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

After a long moment, he stammered, "Y-you… you're a messenger of the Devil! Brothers and sisters, this one represents the Devil! Attack! We must kill this messenger—or the Devil will find us and kill us all!" He had always controlled people with his Devil theory. Hearing him speak now, the crowd stiffened, their eyes burning with murderous intent again. Ray smiled faintly. "Wrong… wrong… wrong. I am not the Devil's messenger. I am the Devil."

She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue a

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”