The Devil's A Part Timer Manga Novels & Stories

My eyes were still fixed on him till he shifted away. He gave a faint, breathless laugh, but there was no humour in it—just disbelief. “Now I think I finally understand why they called you that. You’re the devil's mate, so it makes sense.” I'd rather be with an angel right now. “Don't say it like that,” I sighed. “I haven't done anything to earn that name and it's not like I actually wanted to be his mate or anything.” “Everyone knows the White-Eyed devil made the soil fertile again. The White-Eyed Devil handled a shapeshifter alone,” He said smoothly. “It's been years— decades since one has even been spotted and trust me, the chances of defeating one are close to zero.”

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

Good idea, I pull Stella away from it and look around for a place where we can land and hide until I saw my friends in a distance piece of land waving their hands to come quickly. I felt relief and somewhat I breathe smoothly until a loud bunch of laughter can be heard somewhere. “Hahahahahahahahahahaha” The familiar hollow laughter of the devil. The Shinigami witnessed my struggles and I guess he felt overwhelmed with his fulfilled dream. I lose and he won.

Swiftly I nod while I tremble. “Good, now be a good girl and come here, the sun is still up, so we can get started, we have a long…. The night ahead of us Vida," the devil tells. Now I understand, it is true that the devil doesn't bargain.

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.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

“You would like that, wouldn't you?” Peach broke into a tiny giggle before she could help herself, but it didn't take long for her to pull herself together again. “Hey, stop joking around and tell me why you're acting weird.” “Well–” Mia dragged her back away from the door, and went to sit on the bed. “I have a contract with the devil.” “Duh,” her nose flared at the obvious being pointed out. “Many people who work here do. What has that got to do with anything?”

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Jem watched him carefully. "But it happened." "Yes." Dante did not look away. "It happened." "Because of the curse." A short pause. "It is accelerating," Dante said. "As my birthday gets closer, the episodes will come more frequently. The body begins to respond to what the curse is doing to it." He said it the same way someone might explain a business schedule. Calm. Organized. Factual. But Jem could see what that calm was costing him. He could see it in the slight tightness around Dante's eyes. In the way his jaw was set just a fraction harder than usual. In the way he was being very, very careful not to let a single crack show.