The House Of The Devil Novels & Stories

I’d seen enough death for my mind to fill in the blanks. “We know it was The Devil, because of the name on the list?” I ask, shifting in my seat. Chels hums. And then she shoves something under my nose, a photo of something. I pluck it and bring it close to my face to be able to make out the blackened caricature of the devil. Two horns on a round face, a fork for tail. A shivered gasp leaves me. “The Devil’s calling card.” She nods. Only very proud killers stake their claims so proudly. All these while, The Devil hadn’t staked a claim to any of his kills. Not one.

Georgia's POV The first time I stepped into Josiah's house, our house, as he constantly reminded me with that razor-thin smile, I knew I had made a deal with something worse than the devil. Devils, at least, wear their intentions like a second skin. They do not bother with Victorian exteriors and stained glass and the particular kind of beautiful lie that promises sanctuary while delivering a cage.

Finally, the grand finale—the penthouse door. Pressed against it, hands spread, Kenneth behind her like temptation personified. Each thrust echoed against the wood, and the door itself shook like it was about to break. When it was over, their bodies collapsed against the wood. Inner Devil 2: ‘Bed: baptized. Balcony: tainted. Carpet: defiled. The door was traumatized. Which part of the house is the next victim? By the power invested in Kenneth’s thirst—we approve!’ The inner devils laughed out loud.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

I smirked and she glared as she blushed again. "Here we are" Devon announced loudly as we pulled up to a house. I surveyed the home. It wasn't huge but it was nice. It had a big flower garden on one side and a veggie garden on the other. The house was yellow with a red door. I couldn't help but smile at how cute it was. It wasn't like any other Alpha's house that I had ever seen. Most Alpha's favor huge, imposing structures. Even our house was more imposing than this and my Mom had designed most of ours.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]