Novel & Cerita The Devil Takes You Home

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

He got in the driver’s seat and locked the doors. “What do you want, Adrian?!” Deviana’s voice cracked. Her eyes were red, her breath unsteady. Adrian turned to her, his face broken yet trying to stay composed. “I want to take you home. To our home. The place we used to laugh. The place we used to look at each other without fear.” Deviana let out a bitter laugh, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You still call it our home? You’re the one who destroyed it. You left me at the altar, Adrian. And now you just show up, kidnapping me like this?”

*sigh* " Hei don't talk about my home like that kid!" " what the, if you love your home so much why the hell didn't you stay there?!" exclaimed Celea " this disrespectful kid..." " oh please don't talk about respect if someone needs lesson in how to respect others than that's you!" The Devil was ready to respond on that comment but was stoped by some kind a wind * bang,bang* the Devil put his hands on the invisible force that looked like it blocked him inside " Is this one of your tricks? get me out of here!" the Devil commanded Celea, thinking that it was her doing

GINA I sat at what seemed to be the living room of the vs vsvmansion where the boss of the Bloody Fangs mafia group, Devon Fenrir lived. It also seems to be the group's headquarters. I thought we lived in affluence but this mansion dwarfed ours in more ways than one. A large and expansive living room with a high ceiling, golden chandeliers, large paintings with inscriptions of a language I don't understand on them, golden furnitures that glittered under the rays of sunlight coming through the windows.

If he had saved me yesterday, I wondered what would have happened to me. “Angel? Trust me, I am no Angel but rather the Devil himself. And with the Devil, always comes a price for every help.” The Stranger said in a chilly voice that made fear strike into my heart. There is something about this man that makes me feel that he is far more dangerous than Mr Agabus. “What do you want?.” I asked him in a calm voice. “To be my wife!..” I heard him say. Although I am not sure if I heard right.

He’s a Playboy escort. “I’m offering you a deal. We both help each other and deal with our problems until they’re solved. I won’t accept your money. You can keep it.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “But remember,” he proceeds. “Once you invite the devil into your home, you don't get to ask him to leave until the contract is up.” He stretches his hand forward. “Deal?”

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.

He looked out over the valley, his hazel eyes shining with genuine affection. "You’ll see," he said simply, looking as ecstatic as ever. I stared at his profile, completely fascinated. I wondered how someone could so desperately, openly love their home. Especially out here, hidden in the deadliest part of the Northern Wastes. All the 'homes' I had ever known since I was a little girl had been either a prison cell, a torture yard, or an Alpha's gilded cage. A home was a place you survived, not a place you smiled at.

Dev growled, his deep, terrifying voice echoing off the high ceilings like thunder before a devastation. He slowly turned his razor-sharp gaze toward his entire family, his eyes burning with an unholy, demonic promise of complete destruction. "I will drag her back... and show her what hell truly feels like today," Dev snarled, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper. "And if *any* of you dare to step between me and that girl... I swear to God, I will tear you down with her. Consider this my final fucking warning."

“So, what if she is?” Chester clenched his hands. “I will take her back-“ “She actually cried for someone like you?” the devil shot back instead, looking utterly disappointed. “I’m surprised at how low her standards are. But don’t fret, buddy. The little wolf has me now so I suggest you stop taking an excessively amount of interest in what is mine.” A dangerous glint crossed his eyes. “It’s time she sets the bars high.” And then he vanished. “I don’t know what that little Rogue did and how she was able to free the devil. But does she think she and her family will be safe with him?” Dad laughed. Now that the threat was gone, his confidence had returned. “She better think twice.”