The Devil Thought He Had Me Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The same devil he mentioned last night. “There’s nothing as such a soul in me, I’m born devil,” That's when I gasped. What have I done?

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

He compliments and that's when reality dawns on me. I think I just sold my soul to the devil…

Her freedom, her ultimate goal. But the line between hate and something far more dangerous, far more complicated, had blurred. He was still the devil who bought her, who used her. But he was also the man who protected her, who stirred a primal awakening within her, who held the key to unlocking the truth of her past. And in the terrifying, exhilarating uncertainty of it all, Natalie Grimaldi, the rebellious, sharp-tongued fighter, found herself irrevocably, dangerously, entangled. She had gathered much information on him, enough to hurt him, perhaps even destroy him. But could she? Could she truly burn the devil who had, in his own twisted way, been the first to see her? The question haunted

I saw one fifty two minutes ago. I don't know what to think. My step-father has committed a lot of atrocities, but none, have haunted me quite like him shamelessly revealing the evidence of his arousal to me. I don't want to think too much about it, but my mind doesn't want to stop manufacturing questions I know I do not want to hear the answers to. If only he'd said a word. Just one word. It is said that the Devil is the master of deceit, that he is most adroit at weaving up illusions of false pleasure and decadence that conceal utter apparition. That is how he traps many souls without them even knowing it.