The Devil's Doll Novels & Stories

Devon never showed interest in any woman and especially not one who had been captured or forced to him like this. “I don’t like repeating myself, Chang Lu!” Devon shouted, snapping everyone back to their senses. Shaking in fear, Chang Lu pointed toward the door where the woman was being held. Everyone was frozen in shock. They couldn’t believe what Devon had just said. Meanwhile, Chang Lu and the others started to think they had done something wrong and would face his full rage. But something strange happened. The monster inside Devon seemed to disappear as soon as he entered the room. Lying on a bed was a pale woman, dressed in a white gown. The gown was stained with blood because it was fr

"Mom! It's too late! We can't change our decision, we have chosen Lisa, we want her wealth and status in our hands. Then we have to give our lives to her. This is the price to pay for wealth and prosperity. We have made a contract and made an exchange with the devil. We can't go back." The devil that Andy mentioned was Lisa, she had all the qualities to become the most powerful devil, she had money, she had status, she had the evil flowing through Lisa's blood, plus her deadly charm only added to her danger. Andy could only obediently submit to her, he couldn't resist. However, Andy didn't know that the most powerful devil was hiding in the dark and waiting for the opportunity to kill him, a

Julianna’s POV: My mother always told me the devil didn't appear with horns and a robe. She said he came dressed in a tailored suit. But she never warned me about his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of Cuban tobacco, bourbon and something familiar – freedom, Vegas. My devil.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Devils could have been humans too living amongst us, it could have been anything, but the description they gave us was that he had two horns, four hands and four legs and that they always looked ugly. Alright, the ugly part is kinda the only truth in their numerous lies, depending on what you see beauty as. Cause her devil wasn't beautiful in her eyes after she found out she was a devil. Her devil didn't seem nice anymore. Her devil who always checked up on her, now leaves her wondering whether all the love, the attention, the care were all fake.... They were, weren't they? Back to reality> The world around her seemed to freeze as she stubbornly pulled the trigger. The bullet met Elena's che

I kneed his crotch, my grip remained firm as I straightened him, pinning him against the door. " What you're doing Alex is improp—" Vernon didn't finish, I placed a bullet through his skull, his body crashed against the ground. Donovan's eyes grew wide, Jude staggered whilst Madden he tried to remain cold but I could see it, I could see the weakness in his eyes. " You all have three minutes to tell me where Ronwan is hiding or you'll all end up like Vernon," Madden's lips moved but no words came out. " Three..." " A cult!" Donovan yelled.

She aggressively tried to completely silence him permanently. Now, he was actively coming to completely, violently tear her pristine, highly expensive world entirely apart. The broken, muzzled footstool was permanently dead. The true, absolute Devil of Dalal Street had officially, violently returned, completely forged entirely in blood and highly toxic ashes. And he was actively bringing absolute, inescapable hell completely with him.

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

CLARA’S POV: A month later Now, a month after nights upon nights of vigorously trying to control my wolf, my new titles have somehow become: ‘devil luna’, ‘devil Donna’, ‘devil she-wolf, just anything with a devil before it! The reason, you ask? Well, my wolf is the new me…basically. It seems my own body doesn’t even belong to me, since I’m the one who’s always fighting for control! She takes over typically whenever Kasan is out of sight and lunges at whomever she spots first, be it humans, the rest of the pack or a freaking rat. For some reason, she usually spares my brother, his mate, Kenley and my parents from her violence. But that doesn’t make it any less bad!

I kept searching but could found nothing, this doesn’t make any sense, how did she know she’s living with me now, Devil and her must have communicated somehow, I opened her writing application, I checked her messages, someone was leaving her comments about how her psycho is looking for her, Elle was replying with her not knowing it’s Devil who’s leaving the comments, she replied saying she lost her psycho. It was Elle last update that got my attention, she wrote about being hurt, about being in pain, about how she was heartbroken from being accused of being a whore, she didn’t like that, she explained how she had to exchange her life, how she never cheated, how she had to exchange her freedo