The Devil's Name Novels & Stories

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

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.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Then narrowing. “You look so—” the woman pointed at Ayra, frowning slightly. “You really look like someone I saw online a few months ago. The scandal stuff with Leo—Leo Devine, I think? That scandal thing, you know. You remember?” Ayra’s breath froze. Her hand gripped the cloth handles of her shopping bag tightly, enough to make her knuckles blanch. “I get that a lot,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that felt stretched and awkward. “But no, sorry. Not me.”

"The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day." "Tara, what do I need to do?" I tried as much as I could to balance my patient, because, I was already loosing it. "Lilith is a demon of the night, goddess of independence. She bore the devil, and other powerful demons. She wasn't really his mother, but she's been in existence longer than he has. The devil, or also known as Al-shaytaan or other names by other tribes, is the manifestation and personification of evil. Each demon has a form of entity where their power

It is a part of human nature. In my eyes, a person who commits evil acts is the devil himself. There is no outside force, no mysterious entity whispering in their ears, no dark power forcing their hand. The devil is simply the name we give to the worst parts of human nature— the greed, the cruelty, the hunger for control, and the willingness to destroy others for selfish gain. It is not some mystical being hiding in the darkness. It is us. It is me. And if that is the case, then I must be the devil.

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

"You mean..." "Yes. Him." I grab the box of fries back from him. I'm sure my cheeks are nearly as red as my hair. "So you can imagine why I'm hesitating." "The Devil Himself got a job on Cataclysm: Earth?" Three years ago, I spent many a drunken night crying to Jack about the Devil Himself. In fact, I met Jack only a few weeks after everything with the Devil Himself exploded so dramatically, back when we were all students in the same film studies grad program - back when I still thought I wanted to follow my parents into the movie industry. So he knows everything - except the Devil Himself's real name. In fact, Jack was the one who came up with that charming nickname after I refused to name