The Devil's Doll Mga Nobela at Kwento

Erdem did not answer. That was how I knew the next order would be worse than this interrogation. The door opened. A woman stood beyond it. She wore a black dress beneath a long coat and carried a garment bag over one arm. Her hair was pinned neatly away from her face. She looked like a stylist hired for a private event, except for the compact pistol hidden beneath her coat. Erdem turned toward her. "Bring him to the east dressing room." I looked at the garment bag. "What is that?"

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

If he didn't have whatever the hell Doll had that won over Hades's heart, or at least the ability to convince Hades he did, they might fall prey to Black Devil. So would Doll raise his head and show Hades complete trust? Of course he would. But the no-fur came up short, not able to follow through with Hades's order. He shuddered as the Black Devil used his hesitation to pounce. "Ah, see that, boy? He doesn't want you to see the truth." "Of course he doesn't." Hades's paw applied pressure on Doll's chin. "You're terrifying him, you old bastard. Not everyone finds your whole Daddy persona charming."

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

“No, no, no—” She wanted to tear the bond out of her own skin. She wanted to rip the mark from her throat. She wanted to be anywhere but here, dangling like a broken marionette, humiliated and ruined and still somehow burning inside. Burning in a way that didn’t feel like life, didn’t feel like power. Burning like a curse that refused to go quiet. The Devil’s broken doll. A thing posed and left, meant to be looked at, meant to be remembered.

the Devil looked back at his unconscious Angel whose eyes were closed now because of the effect of the medicine. The Devil took a handful of the red vermillion and put it on the mid-center of her hair partition. The devil heard loud gasps but didn't pay any attention to anyone. Neil heard a whistling sound and he smirked because he knew only Beast could dare to 'step in' in his moment. "Now, is it Okay?", Devil asked and priest didn't want to get kill by them so he nodded his head in agreement and took a relief breath when Devil's gaze returned away from him.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

The devil in human form tapped his staff once and in a split second, the tip of the stick turned into a snake's head. “Are you trying to blame me, human?” snarled the devil. Hugo looked back at him, but a drop of cold sweat fell on his temple. “I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.”

he murmured, his voice like silk over steel. "I want you to please me every night. Be my personal… companion. Be my sex doll." My breath caught. And just like that, I realized—I had made a deal with the devil.

I’d seen enough death for my mind to fill in the blanks. “We know it was The Devil, because of the name on the list?” I ask, shifting in my seat. Chels hums. And then she shoves something under my nose, a photo of something. I pluck it and bring it close to my face to be able to make out the blackened caricature of the devil. Two horns on a round face, a fork for tail. A shivered gasp leaves me. “The Devil’s calling card.” She nods. Only very proud killers stake their claims so proudly. All these while, The Devil hadn’t staked a claim to any of his kills. Not one.