The She-devil Is Back Novels & Stories

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

Anyways, it's not like she had a choice and deep down, she was willing to go to hell, to be his servant if possible his minions so she will have the powers to come back for revenge. There's no way she's letting her dad go, not after what he's done to her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the man before her, his beauty was out of this world. " Is he truly the devil?" She thought to herself. She's always heard stories of the devil being a monster and an ugly being but, this was the exact opposite. More like light and dark. "Are you, an angel? " She found herself asking. "Why that name, of all names?" He seems to be angry by her question. It will be better if she addressed him with different

She said with her head bent, but the way she sounds speaks something different; something like regret. “And?” I gazed deeply at her, waiting for her to finish whatever she’s about say. “My deal with the devil now stands on me submitting your soul to him now. I was brought back to life on his command, since I died my soul became his puppet. I’m sick of everything, I’m sick of it, I don’t want to revenge anymore, I just want to go to peace, which is why I need your help. You have to let me kill you, I promise to bring you back.” She spoke with such pity, one that didn’t take a second toll on me.

She is the real traitor and an evil woman, who sold her soul to the devil. After that brutal and deadly war, which took countless lives just to overcome the demon clan, she offered to be a vessel to bring them back to existence. She is blind to the fact that the demon king is back with his blood boiling for revenge against us all and is using her to achieve his evil desire.

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

"I think he has a point. I'm not one to judge people, but she seems genuine. She has been with you since your injury and even tried to spend the night here. I had to practically force her to go home. Dare I say she might even like you." "I think you are wrong Felipe." My mind went back to the kiss we shared. "Think about it. What woman would go out of her way for a man she didn't need anything from? She couldn't possibly be after your money, she has tons of it." I sighed, giving up. "I don't know, that woman is difficult to read. I wish I could know how her mind works." "Why do you think she's called the devil? You can never know what she's thinking."

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

She backs away to create more space between them. "As beautiful as I remember you," he purrs, but nothing on his face reveals what he's thinking. She can only guess. Seven steps forward and stands in front of her and stares menacingly at his father. "Where's our son?" he growls. "You can have your son back," Lucifer replies, "but then I insist that you hand the girl over to me." Seven makes a sudden outburst and a flash of silver and gold flickers through the air. Rebecca gasps for air, as Lucifer pushes Seven's face against the dirty sand covered floor and presses his body down with his knees. The sword in his hand is pushed into the dirt.

The sound of her high heels as she walks in, echo throughout the container. A vile monstrous growl escapes me knowing that the rogue had sold his soul again to the devil. To be precise, to the she-devil, to Vicky.

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."