Novel & Cerita The Devil Who Loved Me

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

I thought, moving back to hide myself because of my leg. Alexei brought out his gun on seeing Carlos, the leader of the Red Devils. Turns out they were also here to attack the Black Moon. One of my men sneakily ran to me and asked me what we were going to do. The Red Devils might have some other men outside, there was no way we were going to escape. Carlos walked confidently to the middle of the hall smiling profusely, while his men had a tight frown on their faces, walking slowly behind him. He stood in front of Alexei who was still holding his gun, Carlos told him to surrender while he was still asking, before he does what he intended. "Never! I would rather die than surrender to you mo

From now on, I will not allow anyone to hurt this girl anymore. But then the endless nightmares came to torment the person I love every night. At an unbearable moment, she cried on my shoulder, choked to say that in order to return to this life, she had contracted with the devil to give him half of her life; that another girl will come, along with the lies and struggles, steal my love from her; and I I would sooner or later be charmed, leave her. Of course I don't believe it. I don't believe anything else can shake my love for her.

He said, his nostrils flared and his eyes were furious. For the first time I was realizing that there were so many wrong things about him and his feelings toward me was not something that existed at all. I asked a question, why did it rile him up so much? On one end there was pity and the thought that he had grown in conditions where he needed to prove himself to be loved, but on the second hand I was so livid. The more interactions I had with him the more certain I was that this person fit very closely to the description of the devil. And can one really love the devil? I was doomed.

" Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years." I hated him today more than I loved me. A part of me shouted to remind me that I was responsible for the things happening today. It was me who ruined his beautiful life first. It was just a matter of a year until he got what he wanted and I had gotten my own rewards. Slipping out of my shoes,

Emma looked up at Bane with big eyes. “But…,“ she started. “No but. You need to stop doing things that put you in danger, angel. But we will save the punishment for later. Now relax,” he told her, and he savoured the feeling as she made herself comfortable in his arms. Having her back where she belonged felt amazing, like the world suddenly made sense again. Her body felt too angular and thin, and her hair had lost its shine. But he didn’t care. She was back in his arms, in his bed, and he had told her he loved her. Bane still had a hard time believing she loved him back, and she forgave him. He didn’t forgive himself and would spend the rest of his life making it up to her if she would let

“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.”

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.