The Devil's A Part Timer Manga Novels & Stories

In all reality, I think she works for the devil, the real king of hell, but she’s my friend, and she loves me, she said so herself. “Nothing, just some work. The usual, you know I’m short on chapters” I say with a whine. “Is there any author who’s not short on chapters?” she replies with a sigh, yeah yeah true, I’m always ten chap short (For real I am). “Not me” I say in all honestly. “We need to meet up girlie, you need a kick in the bum to help you with your stories” Devil says making me giggle, and that’s why I’m keeping her around, I need this, it’s what keeps my insanity in line.

And together with Levi, we made our way to the basement were the torture chamber is. Levi and I when to the torture chamber were Marcus was bounded to a chair and a cloth was tied over his eyes. I signal to one of my men standing and he removed the cloth from Marcus' eyes. Immediately the cloth was removed, Marcus began to tremble when he saw me. I smile in satisfaction as I move closer to him. The closer I get to him, the more terrified he becomes. Good! He should be scared because today he is going to find out why I am called the Devil Alpha.

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' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Her platinum blonde hair was disheveled in a cute way. My eyes wandered down her body and I noticed how her skirt accentuated her curves and the way her tight shirt hugged her breast. Though most of her make up was gone, she looked like perfection in human form. "Come and eat". I suddenly remembered the food was still there untouched. Mine included. "I'm not hungry". She sneered. "You're hungry". I stated matter of factly. "I'd rather die of hunger than eat with the devil". She spat out. I wasn't expecting this to be easy. I could let her go or I could still keep her here but right now I'll forfeit the latter.

The young woman thought of protesting, but she remembered in time that the being before her was a devil, the stories she remembered about them spoke as if a wounded ego turned them into horrendous and even more monstrous beings. "Say in creating this illusion that I will definitely laugh last at this joke." The devil smiled and the breeze from the seasonal coffee shop changed, not to something more summery, autumnal or wintery, it was simply like it was nothing coming from nowhere. But that was circling the table. Artemisia didn't think long before closing her eyes and just waiting for when she felt she should open them again.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand.