The Devil Takes You Home Novels & Stories

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

“You can walk out that door right now... and I will never, ever chase you again.” A tear slipped silently down my cheek, lost in the dark of my quiet bedroom. I was home. But as I looked at the quiet, peaceful life laid out before me, a single, terrifying question lingered in the dark: Now that I knew what it felt like to be loved by the devil... would anything in this ordinary world ever feel like home again?

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

No, the only thing to do is to go home, drown myself in a bottle of tequila, and try to wipe every last trace of the Devil Himself from my mind. The Devil, though, is not so easily forgotten.

“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.

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

"You heard." "I heard that a small-time punk managed to break into your home and beat you unconscious while your security detail was neutralized by street thugs." He turned to face me, his gray eyes blazing with contempt. "I heard that we're now forty-seven hours away from a war we can't win because my son can't hold onto a simple cocaine shipment." "The theft was more sophisticated than we realized—" "The theft was preventable if you'd been doing your job instead of behaving like a spoiled little boy.”

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

Emma told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Emma’s order to her. Emma spun around in her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the club’s special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact that it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Emma felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got off her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Emma