The Devil's Angel Book Novels & Stories

“Well, you see.” He pauses, smiling with confidence and authoring, talking directly to the souls, as he looks lustfully at the bright full moon and defended the long somewhat curse of the image of the very devil everyone depicted and sees about, without knowing the truth, as he reveals and continues. “The devil you know, fear and hates, is not someone to whom you should see as the greatest antagonist in this story. For, believe it or not, you all have the desire of your own at some point, wish for it to come true, and desperately wanted from miracle to happen. Well, crack those stupid brain cells of yours, for in your life, one point to another who believe in him, wish for the imaginable, an

“I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.

Taylor said, pressing his body against hers. Inner Devil and Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil were holding hands, screaming: ‘Ahhhhh!’ Inner Devil: ‘This isn’t sex, but it’s close enough!’ Inner Devil: ‘It’s getting hot in here!’ Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: ‘So hot!’ Inner Devil: ‘So take off all your clothes.’ Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: ‘I am gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!’ Inner Devil frowned, saying: ‘Please don’t.’

“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.”

“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.”

the devil whispered. Just one finger. Then two. Then three. Angel was panting, writhing, trying to hold on to his sanity like it was a receipt in the wind. Every nerve in his body screamed in confusion—and somewhere deeper, a quiet ache stirred. This bastard didn't even exchange names with him! It felt so… wrong. Obscene. Something he’ll burn in hell for. But beneath it all, something coiled. Something shameful. Something hot. He moaned. Loudly.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

They are one second away from fucking each other into oblivion. 'No, they seem like they're one second away from killing each other from where I'm standing.' Angel folded her arms at her chest. 'Then you need to go stand somewhere else,' the Devil girl rolled her eyes. 'Hush up, I want to see how the rest of this plays out.' "Oh, you're so not the woman I thought you were," Max stared daggers at me. "You're so manipulating with that innocent act of yours."