The Devil Love Novels & Stories

“But you said you’re in love with him, isn’t it a good thing?” She sighed, “The devil is known for manipulation and making deals with people for his own benefit, people would say that the devil won’t show up to you with horns and a tail, but he will appear as the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen to lure you in.” “You think he isn’t genuine?”

What the fuck is the next job? "I knew you'd make the right choice; you always fucking do. A text will be sent with the information once we hang up the phone; you'll know what to do." "If you're sending me into another fucking trap then I'll find you and hunt you the fuck down, especially if anyone I love gets hurt because of you." "You don't love anyone, Devil; stop trying to fool yourself. You're incapable of loving anyone and being loved; how can you, with no heart?"

"Then you're in love with her.” "I'm not,” "Yes, you are. But that girl ain't loyal one bit. What if she's having some secret business with someone else then? She's too gullible for this world, just like a little duckling.” I swallowed, unable to respond even though I knew I could just deny, but the fact that it was the truth was defeating. “Find a partner, not to love but to fuck. Your little dick must be a poor guy. Lack of sex can affect you, who knows? Also, we both know you need a child, don't you?”

From now on, I will not allow anyone to hurt this girl anymore. But then the endless nightmares came to torment the person I love every night. At an unbearable moment, she cried on my shoulder, choked to say that in order to return to this life, she had contracted with the devil to give him half of her life; that another girl will come, along with the lies and struggles, steal my love from her; and I I would sooner or later be charmed, leave her. Of course I don't believe it. I don't believe anything else can shake my love for her.

Glacier shouted in a rough voice: “What curse has been poured into my veins? Is this love, or poison sent by the devil to test my faith? If God created love as purity, why does it have a forbidden face like this… a face that devours the soul and makes the heart crawl willingly toward sin? If Satan was punished with eternal fire for disobeying his Lord, then I am ready to be with him… as long as I have you in my hands. This is not love. This is a flood that drowns me every night. And you are not a woman… you are the sin God created just for me, so I would understand that some love is only lived in the arms of hell.” The night wrapped around the room as if the world had disappeared. Glacier la

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

He said, his nostrils flared and his eyes were furious. For the first time I was realizing that there were so many wrong things about him and his feelings toward me was not something that existed at all. I asked a question, why did it rile him up so much? On one end there was pity and the thought that he had grown in conditions where he needed to prove himself to be loved, but on the second hand I was so livid. The more interactions I had with him the more certain I was that this person fit very closely to the description of the devil. And can one really love the devil? I was doomed.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea