The Devil Made Me Do It Book Novels & Stories

Her legs moved further and it stopped suddenly in between my legs. "You better be ready to accept the consequences. You brought that upon yourself." I threatened her but she wasn't bothered by my threats at all. I signaled the waitress and she brought our check within a minute. I paid and grabbed Delilah from the wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant. The driver was already waiting for me, so I pushed her in the backseat of the car harshly. Her short black dress rode up till her a** and gave me a good view of what is under it. I licked my lips and cursed. She was going commando.

Her door opens without a sound. There she is. Curled on her side. Breathing even. She looks... untouchable like this. “Why can’t I just hate you?” The words slip out before I can stop them. My eyes drop to the dresser. A book. I pick it up. Yellow streak across the page. Thick. Messy. She used syrup. “The devil doesn’t only wear horns. He wears control like a suit.” I stare at it. A smile cuts across my mouth. I don’t mean for it to.

But Emma understood that could just as well be a negotiation tactic. The conversation left her with an uneasy feeling. At first, she took for granted that it was the fact that she was sitting in the middle of a drug deal. But the longer the conversation went on, the more she realised that wasn’t it. It was a nagging feeling, like she had forgotten the stove on at home.

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

He snuffed the life of my Ma slowly for the past seventeen years, repaying her devotion and one-sided love to him with cheating and domestic abuse. He made me believe in demons when I was ten but to me, they weren't dark shadows and wispy smoke. He will bound me to a chair and bring in frightened unsuspecting college girls who had mistaken him for a hot friendly older man and had never thought accepting a ride in his car would make them end up in his cutting board. He sold their organs when he was done cutting them up, while I watched him make these girls beg and plead for their lives.

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.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

"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.