The Devil Thought He Had Me Novels & Stories

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

“Now the real war begins. But I would do it again. A thousand times. For you.” Adrian pressed closer, safe in the arms of the man who had risked everything. The devil had publicly chosen his weakness. And the world would burn because of it.

He asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “well, thinking about losing anything and everything, I now have my father and I can sign out of the deal” I replied and cleared my throat. He turned to me and looked at me, “When you call the name of the devil, doesn’t it ring a bell in your ears? When you stand before me and see me as the devil, aren’t you scared to even be in my trap?” He asked as smiled slowly. “It’s certainly an ironical thing to call you that and you have no hold on me” I replied, leaning towards him with my arms folded.

“No trace, I want it done perfectly " Another pause. Then, “Understood.” I ended the call. And smiled. A slow, venomous smile that curled at the edges of my lips. Let the world think what it wanted. Let them call me paranoid. Jealous. Even wicked. But I would not lose to a girl who crawled out of the gutter. Especially not if she carried the one thing that should’ve been mine.

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed the contract. I have been sold to the devil.... I brought out my phone to call someone I could talk to . Josh will definitely not pick my calls. I decided to call my best friend. Hey bestie “ Jane yelled In excitement over the phone Jane has always been overly dramatic. “Bestie “ I called in a shaky voice What’s wrong she asked I explained everything I was going through in the hands of Rico, how he treats me like I had no feelings. I’m sorry best” I promise to come see you once I get the chance to .

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

His thick British accent pouring out as he spoke. How dramatic I thought rolling my eyes involuntarily. I've just been tricked by Damian. I felt so stupid. I dreaded those words. I did not really have a problem saying 'thank you'. I had a problem with the person I was saying it to. Did I just say person? I meant 'devil'. That's what he is , a devil, a hot devil, my hot devil.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Ava. The devil is real. And he is not a little red man with horns and a fork for a tongue. No, he can be beautiful. A fact I think most people forget. Nikolai was the devil in this scenario, and much like the actual devil, he was the ruler of my personal version of hell. He consumes my thoughts as l lay in bed, tangled in the sheets, our conversation from hours ago - if you could consider it that- replay in my mind. My thoughts drift back to his request in his office and I feel a knot tighten in my stomach at the memory.

I asked while he turned his back on me. "Heartbreak!" He said and turned to me again. "You broke the devil's heart. You should be in hell now...What makes you stay here and have conversations with me?... THE DEVIL once fell for you and now... He's going to punish you." I was totally perplexed when he said this because I never came across a devil in my life. The pitfall shut my mouth for minutes and when I summoned the courage to ask questions, I was already late. "Luck her up!" He concluded.