The Devil's Disciple Book Novels & Stories

I told him. “Salvatore!” the man yelled too quickly, his eyes begging me to save him. I turned to Emily who had a shocked expression in his face. It wasn't obvious, but I had detected it. What she had just witnessed was first hand betrayal. “Salvatore.” I repeated slowly as my eyes trailer over Emily. Without thinking, I turned to my guards, “have him locked up.” Then I added amidst the man's pleas, “prepare my men. Salvatore has dared to trample on my toes. I, Dante Moretti, will make sure he does not live.”

“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.”

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Xiao Chen quietly moved his True Energy and pressed his two fingers together, instantly pinching the disciple's sword. Finally, there was a hint of indignance on his face. Back then, he was a disciple of a Cultivator's sect of the Orthodox Path who was falsely accused as a member of the Devil's sect. What he despised the most now was hearing someone call him a devil. He gently swiped his hand, tossing the sword to the ground. In an incensed voice, he said, "You keep on calling me a devil. I'd like to know which eye of yours saw me becoming one!" "Exactly! Which eye of yours saw that? Humph!" Murong Xian'er also chimed in.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

CASSANDRA’S POV After a little teasing session with Ivan it would be lie if I tell am not wet, The fucking hell! I get wet just standing in his presence. He is Lucifer who doesn’t need to push people to commit a sin, his mere presence is enough to make people around him sinners. We soon walked out of the museum and I couldn’t help but blush because of him being a gentleman for me. The way he holds the door for me to walk out and holds my hand while crossing the road as if he is afraid thinking me as a child who would run away in excitement.

The people present that night gave their accounts and viewpoints, telling everything they remembered and not omitting a single factor, painting as a clear picture as they could. When they had all been exposed and everything was silent, the detectives contemplated the events. “It is clear that this is the Devil's work” The Reverend said as he clutched his bible close to his chest. “You may be not entirely wrong my dear Reverend” Thomas said as he sat on the sofa beside Elizabeth and both of them were going through the pages of books that Sister Margaret had given them and in addition the Little Albert. They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature u

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.