The Devil Takes You Home Novels & Stories

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.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

She wouldn’t belong to anyone. Not even the devil.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

The remaining guards flinched and scrambled away, tripping over themselves in their haste to escape. Devil. The word echoed in my mind as I trembled, trapped in his grip. I had prayed for salvation, and it had come in the form of the devil himself. Rescued from one hell only to be claimed by another. “Now, let’s go. Shall we?” “Where?” I snapped, my voice trembling. I couldn’t leave with him. I couldn’t let him take me. “To my hell,” he responded simply. The words struck me silent. Hell? Wasn’t I already living in one? My life had been nothing but suffering since my parents died, leaving me to care for my sister alone.

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?