The Devil Love Novels & Stories

“ Yes, as impossible as it seems, you seem attracted to this woman and it isn't because you want her body. Wasn't she the one who slapped you thrice before giving you a blow job? Wasn't she the girl who made you crave her hatred?” “ Yes, she was.” “ Now do you feel the same? Do you still want her to hate you as she did before? Do you still want her to fear you just like others did?” “ She never once feared me until this incident.” I couldn't answer his other questions because I knew the truth. It was laid before me, clear as day. I tried so hard to lie to myself that I wanted her to hate me, that I wanted her to despise me but for some reason— right now, I couldn't find myself loving her hat

Fear power. He looked at me, his eyes sharp. “Love makes men weak,” he said, low and dangerous. I swallowed, my chest tightening. “No,” I said. “Love makes us human.” He did not respond. His silence was enough to remind me: the world we lived in did not forgive weakness. The villa smelled of white roses and sea salt. Music floated through the gardens, soft violin notes that should have made the day feel magical. And it did, but the magic belonged to her, not to me.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

A rumble rolled from the Devil; it made the room quake and the angel moaned. "I watched you fall from grace, I orchestrated your fall from the moment you awakened something in me and now you've fallen into my mercy." "You see, out of darkness I was born, the father of sin, I am known. I do not love but you, my personal fallen angel, you sparked a glint of light where light shouldn't touch thus tainting my crimson." Incapable of love. But, this angel of light broke through that veil, and now even the Devil feels love but his love is like that of a burning furnace, his love rages with madness and destruction, and his possessiveness roves like that of a legion wreaking death and havoc with each

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

“What happened next?” “The devil fell in love with the woman that he’d do whatever she desired from getting revenge to acquiring even an entire kingdom. He’d happily go to hell for her or drown for her but the human didn’t love him back. Or maybe she did in her own way but she didn’t trust him enough that at the first sign of trouble, she pushed him away.” My eyes suddenly watered. “What happened to the devil?” “The woman left him and he withered away. His love story didn’t have the ‘they lived happily ever after’ shit. That’s only for the lucky ones. Since he’s the devil, he only lived.”

None I could decipher. He didn’t let me see. T’s words from before still lingered in my mind. When I’d asked him why he was doing this to me, to Ellie. He simply said, I chose to love the devil, so I would burn with him. “Start talking,” he said quietly.

" Are you ready to love and accept sin ~" The question was repeated over and over in the Father's head. Should he accept sin? Hasn't he had this for a long time and wasn't this the reason for his crisis of meaning? It had been Louis' fault, that much was certain in his opinion, but he could no longer defend himself against it either. Did he even want it? He let out a deep breath and looked straight into the eyes of the devil who held out his hand. "Sin ..." he repeated slowly and a smile fell on the young man's lips. “I don't need to sin to love anyone, no matter who it is. The devil is no exception! ”Louis widened his eyes slightly, the astonishment was clear to see. He hadn't expected such

Thomas didn't know how to do a shrine, but he did know how to do graffiti. He wrote 'I love Jezebel' with an upside down pentagram on the wall over the building around the corner from where he lived. Then on another building he wrote 'I love Devil Girl' with a pentagram next to it. He wrote 'I love Devil Girl' on several buildings the day after he'd first conjured her. Thomas was a little tired, but in a good way, the fuck session was more satisfying than anything he'd ever known, and could barely wait to do it again.