The Devil Never Cries Novel Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

I screamed no don't kill him please "enough" the devil said raising his hand one word from him was enough to make everything stop. silence. He forcefully turned around and made him see what he did to him. there was blood everywhere. I couldn't hold myself and screamed in fear and started to cry, no matter what horrible things Daniel was about to do it doesn't deserve to die OMG what will I tell my parents and Daniel's parents This man in front of me was not only a devil but it was also a human killing monster.now I feared him more than anything.

“Please… please, I’ll never—” “You’ll never what?” Devine interrupted, leaning down again. “Never try to blackmail her again? Never run back to James with your tail between your legs? Or is it that you’ll never breathe again?” Tears streamed down the man’s face, mixing with the blood. “I swear, I swear—” Devine stood, wiping his hands with a handkerchief as if the very air near the man had sullied him. “You don’t swear to me,” he said coldly. “You obey. Now, listen carefully.”

With trembling hands I picked it up and opened it. A single tear fell from my eye and dropped onto the paper, blurring the ink. “What the actual fuck?” I whispered, tears pouring down my eyes. My whole body shook with pain and betrayal. The scream tore out of me before I could stop it. “Son of the Devil!!!!”

The devil hadn't just bargained for my eye; he had bargained for my humanity, forcing me to choose between a life of misery with sight, or a life of wealth in absolute darkness. I reached for the knife, my hand shaking violently. I wasn't reaching for the money anymore. I was reaching for the end of the game. I looked at him, and for the first time, I realized that the devil doesn't want your soul; he wants your despair. He wants you to realize that no matter which choice you make, you have already lost.

KRIS: It's been a month since I last had any contact with The Devil himself. People knew we were not together anymore and luckily for me, no one has asked about it. Not even my friends nor my mom. I wasn't ready to delve into my horrific tale: the tale of the girl that fell in love with her father's killer. Worse than telling people of my ordeal, was how I felt. Void. Like my heart had been ripped out of me. There was also this constant feeling of guilt nagging at me.