The Devil's Doll Novels & Stories

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

"And what if you are?" His lips curved. Dark. Dangerous. "Then you should pray, Elena Rossi. Because the devil does not let go of what belongs to him." He turned and walked away. I stood there frozen, realizing I had walked into a cage made of gold and glass. And the devil held the only key.

Hearing Cadell Marcus say so, the two little devils' eyes immediately burst out with a look of resentment, and the more than two year old Evil Devil spoke angrily in a harsh voice. "We were deceived by him... It wasn't Chad and Alva Leon we killed just now, it was this little magician who tricked us!" When another small Evil Devil turned around, he found that the two people they had just bitten to death had once again turned into two paper people, lying horizontally on the bed.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

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.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

She heard the rumor that this devil never fuck from the front because he didn't to like to see the face of the one he was fucking. And that's moments she determinate she will mould him, the devil, according to her, how she will enjoy but this is completely different now, she shouldn't accept the offer, she can't even say 'NO' to this devil now since she knew one word escape from her lips and she will never see sunrise again, so it's smarter to stay quiet and hang tight for it to end and yet she was in uncertainty assuming that she truly can leave his underhanded paws..

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.