The Devil Takes You Home Novels & Stories

"Take me? Take me where?" "Home,"

Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

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.

And together with Levi, we made our way to the basement were the torture chamber is. Levi and I when to the torture chamber were Marcus was bounded to a chair and a cloth was tied over his eyes. I signal to one of my men standing and he removed the cloth from Marcus' eyes. Immediately the cloth was removed, Marcus began to tremble when he saw me. I smile in satisfaction as I move closer to him. The closer I get to him, the more terrified he becomes. Good! He should be scared because today he is going to find out why I am called the Devil Alpha.

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?”

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

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.