The Joker Devil's Advocate Novels & Stories

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

“And who am I?” “A Road Devil. An MC member.” Her green eyes were sharp. “A guy who thinks of women as possessions, and club property, and easy fucks in a back room. A guy who has a shady-as-hell past as Kirk Jensen’s lap dog and best buddy, and I’d lay money, a guy who’s killed people. A guy that I don’t want around any small child, and most especially not mine. ” “OK, stop right there.” Now he was seriously pissed. “How the fuck can you have me so wrong?”

Fighting to suppress her grin, Aphrodite kept a smile off her lips as she replied, "Mr. Justice. While most people admire a small ass, no one likes a smart ass." "Well, I'll take your word for that," Devon teased. "Because you likely know everything there is to know about having an admired ass." Aphrodite might have been shocked by Devon's comment, but she didn't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing it. "After what we just went through in court, you can't believe that what you said to me was appropriate." Devon countered with a smile, "After what we just went through in court, I know that what I believe is irrelevant. What matters is whether or not you believe it was an appropriate co

“Something that can be both profitable and detrimental.” This chat makes me sick because I do not understand what he is saying. However, I will follow the devil's game while I look for an opening to escape from here. Where I'm going, I still don't know. “So gray,” I scoffed. “I'm sorry, good devil, but I don't know what you're talking about; just get to the point.” The devil suddenly acted as if he was not a long-haired devil. He folded one hand behind him and raised the other hand, as if preparing to explain something to a friend or student with full appreciation.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

He was the devil, reincarnation of all evil, an arrogant bastard and a sick jerk. My gaze finally strayed to the devil himself. It looked like he was already here. Before, my aunt left and I had to look for a cheaper room all around town. I managed to find one at the end of the day. Luckily, it was a small town. There was a sitting place around a warm hearth. Frederick Jenkins, the devil. Luke Carter, another devil. Easton Hudson, the third devil and the last, maybe he was their minion. They were the big three. They stuck together like glue and their associative packs were also powerful in the council. About Adolphus… I wondered about him. He didn’t stick out much and the Bloodmoon pack was

I guess if I was in his position, I probably wouldn’t be laughing either. “Go to hell.” The hunter bit out through clenched teeth. “Been there, became friends with the Devil. In fact, we have poker scheduled soon. Have you ever heard the saying, you shouldn’t keep the Devil waiting? Best start talking so he isn’t kept waiting.” I said, with a bit of humor in my voice. I don’t know why, but I was finding amusement in this. Maybe I was beginning to lose my mind after all. Just as well, since it felt as if I was getting nowhere with this guy.

"Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song 'Mistress' hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn't an accident. The devil's contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame, so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker." She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. "Devil? So — mafia devil?" He chuck