The Devil's Name Novels & Stories

She too did not about know that. She never even got to talk to him about the deal and now Grandfather Magnus was saying that the deal was already signed... What was going on? She was not understanding the motive behind everything that Devil was doing. A As she did not know his name, it was best to address him by the name DEVIL. “ I did? ” She said but it came out a question which confused everyone. “ What do you mean? ” Camelia's eyes did not miss the frown adorning Sara's forehead and she had a hunch she was hiding something so she took the initiative to ask.

Cassien's voice was sharply reprimanding. Macheno was his apparent vexation, so I could not help but ponder on the strange name he referred to him as. I also remembered how he adressed the Devil as "Levy" not as any of the names I know. The Devil walked up to him, engaging him in a stare off yet again. The side profiles and side by side comparison of the beastly men made my heart flutter. An immoral thought even popped up in my mind, 'I want them both, if I could have the both of them, if I could be owned and dominated by these two beasts.. '

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

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.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

"Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song 'Mistress' hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn't an accident. The devil's contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame, so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker." She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. "Devil? So — mafia devil?" He chuck