The Devil Takes You Home Novels & Stories

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word, his peace of mind In the world full of Dark, the only source of light An innocent filled eyes captured the stormy waves Ho baby tell me wouldn't be his fault if he let go of her, his only cause, his only soul See the craze of fate wouldn't you laugh The boy who never believed would get it one Was he lucky enough, Ho no I call it Destiny Where Devil find His Angel walk a path of Aisle, taking vow to be forever, forever, forever one Ho no that's not the end, Ho ho that's not the end H

“You’re a clever one, Natalie. I’ll give you that. You couldn't just trust me! No! it'd cost you too much. It would mean you'd have to believe me, it would mean the life you know has always been a lie. It would mean bringing you out of your comfort zone and that isn't what you'd want is it? It would be too much for you to handle that's why making me to be the devil was so so much easier than accepting the truth. You play the innocent, the victim, all while sharpening your knives in the dark. “I am a victim!” she cried, her voice rising, desperation lacing her tone. “You bought me! You keep me here against my will! What do you expect me to do, just sit back and be grateful?”

Why she had caught the eye of the devil? She came back to the present when he opened her door and offered her his hand. She took it as they had arrived home. Home? Is that what it is? A Home? No it’s a prison and a beast inhabits it. And now, he had caught her. She was going to be devoured by him. There was no escaping.

He leaned forward, “Go on, my son.” “When I was in high school, I ran away from home to form a band in California. After a year we found ourselves broke, about to be evicted and released from the contract we had managed to secure. Miles, the singer, was obsessed with the occult and at the time I figured it was a bunch of bull—well fairy tales.” He caught the slip and cleared his throat. “So one night, at a show in Mississippi, he talked us into going down to the crossroads and making a deal with the devil.”

The devil. Just 7 days, little cat. Take all the breaths left in you. Just 7 more days.

name:- if we have the plan to kill you then we would have talked properly to you guys in the first place, he talking about his death. the game starts demon says, he was in the hospital and his mother was taking her last breath. demon:- when is Dad going to come home, he should have come to see you, why he is taking so long? Mother:- what are you drawing, let me, so it's a family picture, do you know I have talked to your father, and look devil is calling me, so I have to go, your father going to take you with him, the devil was alone in hell he needs me.

“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.” The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.

"Got me playing with fire Baby hand me the lighter, Taste just like danger, chaotic anger, But I can't stop the rush, No, I can't give you up, And I know you're not good for me, But I fell in love with a devil, I'm under his spell....."