The House Of The Devil Novels & Stories

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

I walked through, heels clicking, and took the stairs down to the private floor. The living room hit me like a punch: floor-to-ceiling windows showing the main pack lights, gorgeous and breathtaking, glittering like scattered diamonds, black marble floors, one massive L-shaped charcoal couch facing a screen the size of a billboard. Midnight-blue walls, low lighting, a single glass of red wine on the table. Devon sat sprawled in the center of the couch, shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, feet bare, remote in one hand, wine in the other. Some old war movie played on mute.

I rolled behind a marble pillar, returning fire with precision. BANG! BANG! BANG! One by one, they fell. Heads shot, bodies dropping. I showed no mercy. I moved like a ghost, silent and deadly. Blood splattered on the white walls, staining the expensive paintings. I didn't care. Let them see what happens when you anger the Devil. I fought my way through the house, killing anyone who stood in my path. But something felt wrong. They knew the layout too well. They knew exactly where the cameras were blind spots.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Another walking the perimeter. But no sign of Vito. Aiden let the curtain fall back and headed downstairs. The house was even more massive in the daylight. Everything looked expensive and untouched, like it was a showroom rather than a place where people actually lived. He wandered from room to room, trying to find something… anything, to keep himself occupied. The living room had a TV, but he couldn't find the remote. There was a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, but all the books looked like they were in Italian or some other language he couldn't read.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Devon relaxed as the miles passed, glancing at me with that same soft look from the morning. Hours later, we pulled up to his place. It was beautiful , a sprawling house with a wide driveway, gardens out front, and a view of the hills. Ashley woke up as we stopped, her eyes wide. "Whoa, this is your house?" Devon chuckled. "Yep. Home sweet home." We got out, stretching. Lara whistled. "Nice upgrade, Devon. Living large.". Devon unlocked the door, and we filed in. The foyer was open, light pouring in from tall windows. Ashley ran ahead, exploring. "This is awesome!"

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

I got to Devon's house and I hurriedly parked in his driveway. I went to the door and found the door ajar. I push it and heard voices, Devon's voice, it's as if he was talking to someone. the house was a mess, whisky and beer bottles were scattered on the table, but what caught my eyes were the pill bottles sprawled at the table I went near it and picked it up they were Diazepam. My heart was racing, I felt the cold air sweep through me. "Devon?!" I shouted. Suddenly, he stopped talking I went around and saw him in his backyard by the pool holding a bottle of beer. He was sitting at the lounge chair looking like a mess.