Romans & histoires The Devil On Campus

He wanted more money than what Lucifer had offered him so he ended up signing a contract with another devil. He had not thought about his family then. If only he had not done it! He picked up the gun and pointed at the devil in front of him. BANG! A whiff of smoke rose from the hole of his head; his immobile body collapsed on the floor. Andreas's lifeless eyes looking at up the sky. Lucifer knelt down at the dead body. "You had a chance," Lucifer spat harshly. This time he had given Andreas an authentic gun. Silence engulfed the atmosphere, the cold breeze cooling their sweaty bodies. Even breathing seemed like a crime for his men. This is Lucifer Camphell, the devil of NYC.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

“But I still don't think that it's good that you're going to be interfering in things that concern the supernaturals.” They stopped talking when an heated argument broke out between two female students. When the heat died down after three long minutes of cusses and slanders, they continued from where they had stopped. “It's not like I want to. Besides, I don't think there is a conflict or something like that going on between the Moon Goddess and the devil—if one exists but Professor Travis said that rituals are done and blood is an important part of it.” Trisha glanced at the wall clock that hung far up above beside the fire alarm. Professor Ericson was seven minutes late for his class alrea

she mumbles in a drained voice. "But...," he murmurs. He lets his arm fall along his side. "We need to talk about this, Indra." "Not now. Please, Cain, I can't take much more right now." She looks pleadingly up at his face, before walking away after Laurin. Enock, who has followed it all, has come to an insight. The more heated their quarrels have become, the closer the horses have voluntarily approached. That's when it hits him: they're demon horses. Demons are drawn to evil and thrive on human anger. An idea begins to form in his head, but he decides to wait to vent his plan until everyone has sorted out their problems.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Vasti chimed in, her voice somber. "It'd be better if he didn't wake up at all. The world doesn't need vermin like him." Devon scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "I remember Bienley knows how to fight. There was that incident in the mall parking lot during our university days." Dex squinted, his mind wandering back to a memory. Devon nodded, deep in thought. "He can, but all that harassment from the doctor really threw him off his game." He paused for a moment, then continued.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

“Why the hell would I touch your shit? We have a code. A line. I don’t cross it. You know that.” “I saw the proof. The mark, the frequency. It was your operation.” I gritted my teeth. “Someone played both of us. And you—being the reckless, senile old bastard you are—decided to act before confirming shit.” There was a pause. “Watch your mouth, boy,” Antonio warned, voice sharpening. “Watch yours. You broke protocol. You brought a war to my goddamn house without making a single call to verify. You endangered my woman.”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.