The Devil Made Me Do It Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knew someone had break my ranks, something had to be done, that’s when I hired the Devil, I didn’t have to pay them my soul, instead I had to pay her in dollars to an indiscreet bank account. Devil was a woman, a beautiful woman, she’s giving a psycho crazy vibe, but I loved crazy, I loved crazy very much, maybe after our job is done. “He talked” she answer me, I smiled, of course, they talked, they all talked, that’s why I hired Devil, she’s known for her ways of making people talk. “Who does he work for?” I ask, I need to know who my enemy is, the Irish won’t be this bold, but who knows, everything could happen.

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

“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.”

Never have I been this jumpy. I drank the lukewarm latte again. The feed popped up and I clicked the first tab that opened. A cartoon caricature of the Devil appeared above the short article. I didn't find it very amusing as I tucked my hair behind my ears, then took a seat on my high stool and read. It contained mostly nonsense quotes and references but I was quick to highlight the points and I read with slow horror. I had just gotten why this book was so important and it wasn't good.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

The way he told me not to move on—but looked like he was praying I wouldn't give up. I turned to the table by my right and picked up a pen. “Why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?” I murmured, signing the paper. I felt him smile as he said, “Maybe you are.”

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

The Hulk immediately walked over to me and started urging me to leave and when I wouldn't, he resorted to slowly dragging me away. "Wait! Wait!" I yelled. "Let's talk about this! Give me a chance to think about this, you fucking bastards!!" They both gave me no responses and I had already been dragged to the door. I had nothing I could do. I tried my best but it seems like this is my limit. "I'll do it!" I yelled, causing Devon to finally look up and flash a smile at me. "Bring her back in," he ordered and I was left alone to respectfully walk into the office myself.

He snapped a couple of pictures, and then he sat on the bed. “So what now? Should I get dressed?” He stared at me. His brown eyes looked dark and evil. “Yes, you should," he replied coldly. I watched as his fingers ran over the buttons of his phone. Who the hell was he texting? “What's wrong?” I quickly got dressed. He did not answer me. “Pebbles, are you in there? Open the fucking door!” What the fuck was the devil doing here? Chris got up and opened the door. “I'm sorry," he whispered as he left me alone to confront the devil.