The House Of The Devil Novels & Stories

I know I live in my own dream world, but even I know that this isn’t one of my stories, Devil won’t take me away with her, Devil won’t be my mommy, Devil would lose interest in the end. “I’m ready,” I tell her with both my bags in hand, she smiles and leads me outside toward her car, the red Camaro, the car stood out in my neighbour it didn’t belong there none of the cars were fancy enough to be even compared to hers, and even the flashy ones aren’t that flashy, but still there stood the red sports car. Devil opened the trunk for my things, I could see other bags there, some plastic, some not, I could see a change of clothes, the trunk was pretty much filled, maybe it was all her torture dev

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

They tormented me all through my growing up, it only makes sense that they were the biggest pain in my ass in this prison yard. “No unauthorized use of power, you freak.” He smirked. “Or you are going to be taken to the red house.” The smell of blood filled the air as I scratched Devon, my breath seizing in my throat, tears filling my eyes as my throat burned hard in my throat. Fuck the red house. The last thought I had as I focused a mental blast to Devon, but my body froze before I could. Devon’s eyes widened, and his grip loosened, making me land on the floor flat.

The child's body became more wounded and her body was full of blood because of the wound caused by the devil on the child's body. "Ahhhhhhhhh ....! Ahhhhhh ....! Ahhhh ....!" Repeated screams of the girl because of the pain that frightened everyone outside. The man was still doing what he was doing and praying over and over. "This body is mine ...! Her soul is mine ..! The devil shouted." "You can't take that girl.!" The man cried out and resumed her prayer. The devil is already in pain so he loses his mind and tries to get out of bondage. The wind in the room grew stronger and the rope on the child's hand was removed.

“You live in my house, attend necessary public functions, and maintain appearances. In return, you will receive the agreed payment, access to my professional network, and resources that could significantly advance your career.” I looked down at the contract again. Five million dollars were enough money to erase every problem I’d spent years drowning in. “What’s the living situation exactly?” I asked carefully. “I own a fourteen-room penthouse. You would have your own private suite.” “And you travel a lot?” “Frequently.” I hesitated before forcing out the next question. “Does this arrangement include… physical expectations?” His eyes held mine steadily. “The contract requires nothing physical

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

GINA I sat at what seemed to be the living room of the vs vsvmansion where the boss of the Bloody Fangs mafia group, Devon Fenrir lived. It also seems to be the group's headquarters. I thought we lived in affluence but this mansion dwarfed ours in more ways than one. A large and expansive living room with a high ceiling, golden chandeliers, large paintings with inscriptions of a language I don't understand on them, golden furnitures that glittered under the rays of sunlight coming through the windows.

Helen blurted the moment she answered. "Helen, calm down. I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier... I was going to once I settled in," Alina explained. "Are you sure? Or are you hiding something from me?" Helen pressed. "No, honestly, I’m fine," Alina assured her. "Okay, so tell me… I heard the Devil’s house is the biggest in the city. Please, can I take a look?" Helen asked. "First of all, his house isn’t a house, it’s like a castle from a Barbie cartoon, only difference is, it’s black," Alina said.