Novel & Cerita The Devil Who Loved Me

I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding. I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.

“Didn’t you? Somewhere deep down.” He nodded once. “There’s an old prophecy even demons don’t repeat. A child born of choice, not summoning. Of love, not hunger.” His voice cracked. “I never thought it could be real.” The presence beneath them shifted again—approval rolling through the realm like thunder without sound. Then it demanded payment. The ground split open, a narrow fissure glowing faintly, and from it rose a single truth, pressed into Sarai’s mind with ruthless clarity: For the child to remain hidden, the devil must be bound.

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

A pulse of warmth—not heat, not fire, but something like memory—radiated through me. “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “And I’ll show you what it means to love a devil.” And then everything went black—but this time, not from pain. "W—what about my baby, please?" I begged. "It's gone, Yasmine," he said, and the way he muttered my name was too fucking perfect, like I wasn't just at the face of death. The words sliced cleaner than any fall. Gone. My baby—gone. My arms curled around emptiness, and I didn’t even scream. There was nothing left in me to scream with.

That was why they came after me and everything I loved. Fuck Richard. “I worked for this,” I continued. “I bled for this.” My fingers clenched slightly on the fork. “I suffered for every single step.” Grace watched me carefully but didn’t interrupt. “And after all that… the heavens decide to bless me with an incurable sickness.” I laughed again, but the sound had no humor in it. “And guess what?” “What, Boss?” She asked softly. “The only person who can heal me…” I leaned forward slightly. “…is my fucking wife.”

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I knew someone had break my ranks, something had to be done, that’s when I hired the Devil, I didn’t have to pay them my soul, instead I had to pay her in dollars to an indiscreet bank account. Devil was a woman, a beautiful woman, she’s giving a psycho crazy vibe, but I loved crazy, I loved crazy very much, maybe after our job is done. “He talked” she answer me, I smiled, of course, they talked, they all talked, that’s why I hired Devil, she’s known for her ways of making people talk. “Who does he work for?” I ask, I need to know who my enemy is, the Irish won’t be this bold, but who knows, everything could happen.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.