The Devil's Disciple Book Novels & Stories

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.

Vanessa is the Devil's step-daughter, but the Devil knows that they are destined to be so much more and he will stop at nothing to make her his. DISCLAIMER- THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES AND WILL GET STEAMY BUT THAT IS NOT WHAT THE MAJORITY OF THE PLOT CENTERS ON, THERE IS A GREATER HISTORY BEHIND EVERYTHING, A STORY BEHIND A STORY. THIS BOOK IS NOT ALL ABOUT SHAGGING, SO IF YOUR MIND IS IN THE GUTTER, GET IT OUT NOW :) THE MAIN PROTAGONISTS ARE NOT RELATED IN ANY WAY OR FORM.

He replied, peeling away from where he had been leaning against the door. "Some of that blood money is being put to good use after all." I responded. His mouth curled into that amused curve that set my teeth on edge. Santiago was like an impenetrable, steel door, nothing could get to him or ruffle his feathers. Not even the arrest had been enough to shake him. I wasn't sure if it was his self discipline or the belief that he could get away with anything. "Yes, Nina." He said. "I give back to the community so my soul will be spared from eternal damnation."

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.

​Something was wrong; although his style was always violent, this man who was devouring my lips right now and drowning in handling me with madness did not see me... He was escaping... escaping from a black storm sweeping through his mind, using my body as a shield to protect himself from his demons, just like every time he comes to me. He was discharging his anger, his fear, and his turmoil into me, as if he were trying to prove something to himself... or to his heart, which was beating with a violence that tore through his chest.

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

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.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “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.”