The Devil Love Novels & Stories

Growing up, Liam has already accepted the fact that his family did not love him. That they only deemed him as a jinx. And so, he lived his life detaching himself from the goodness of the world. He was a cold, ruthless devil who had nothing to lose or fear. That’s until a troublemaker came knocking into his life, dragging him out of the darkness he had build around himself. Who loved him and all his flaws.

The sensation of it all. “Use your words, love.” “What’s the question?” “Good girl.” He scrolled down to the text box. “The question is: Who does the devil love the most in the world?” “What? The devil? Love?” “Uh-huh.” He laughed. “I don’t know. Come on, I bet you know it. It’s really easy. Don't overthink it.” I sniffed. “You’re the devil.” I muttered. “Warmer.” He buzzes straight into my ear.

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

He kissed her like starving for her. “God never punishes lovers and making love is also a form of love” He murmured, brushing her jaw and she was panting. “Are you going to make love” Her body is tense recalling everything sister Jenny conveyed to all girls when they turn sixteen. It was church rule to advise everyone young girl on her sixteenth birthday That “Never stain your soul for pleasure. It was always rightful belongs to the one person whom you love, and he accepts you as his life partner in presence of God. God always punishes sin and pleasure that come without any relationship and not accepted in presence of God is sin”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Lothaire felt nothing. One of his men handed him a gun. Silencer already attached. Lothaire checked the chamber. Loaded. Matthew was forced to his knees in the dirt. His hands were still bound. He was crying now, his face a mess of tears and blood. “Please,” Matthew begged. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll leave. You’ll never see me again. Just let me go.” Lothaire raised the gun. “You should have thought about that before you touched those girls.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Nikolai POV. “I love you idiot” those were Devil’s words, if anyone said that to me I’d beat their bum, if Elle did that I’d teach her how to respect me, as her dom. But when they come from Devil I was actually happy to hear those, my little demon loves me, and the thing is I love her back, she’s the spice I need in my life, she’s crazy but the fun kind of crazy, she adds life to my darkness while Elle brings on the light. They are what my life been missing I can’t imagine living without them both, I need them both now, I can’t imagine life with one or without the other.

The fucker in front of me said, unfazed, that one of his men was about to kill a human, my father. “Do you think you can run away from the cops when they know what you have done here, Look..” I gulped. “My fiance's family would haunt you down; you would end up in prison, you and your men because I won't let you go either.” “Baby, you won't even let me go by the time I am done with you.” The devil's voice came out seductive “And your fiance's family, I had set their car on fire before they could make it here, you would love to waste more lives if you call the cops, and I would love it, baby, I would put a gun in your hand and make you end them one by one.” His hand grazed my hips and I hated

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.