The She-devil Is Back Novels & Stories

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

She said, smirking at me. "You see, this weirdo likes this woman, but she was too good for him. She turned him down multiple times as she should. And after being faced with rejection multiple times, you know what this creep did to this innocent woman? I'll save you the time you'll use to ponder in your little empty head. He raped her!" She snapped and I flinched involuntarily. What was Livia talking about?

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

"You definitely picked the right one to date, though. Devin is the real deal, and Devon leaves behind a trail of broken hearts." By the way her words were slurring together, I could tell the glass of wine she ordered wasn't her first of the evening. "I think that's why Devon settles for the never-ending stream of gold-digging baddies," she continued. "Who are baddies?" I genuinely asked her. "Oh, you know," she waved her hand around.

“To mock me for my failures? I’m sorry that I wasn’t as successful as you. I’m not some perfect Silver Saintess, fixing her wrongs with just one timeline and creating ground-breaking changes. I’m just… I’m a Devil, okay? A product of your own cursed legacy. And a Devil does whatever they have to, no matter the cost. We fight for our survival in a world that wants us dead.” She didn’t seem offended by my aggressive approach though, rather choosing to give me a small smile instead. “…I’m simply here to tell you that you’ve lost your way…,” she said quietly. “Somewhere along the lines, through the pain and loss, through the battles and blood… you’ve forgotten what is really important. But I can

"I swore on my parents' graves that one day I would come back. I would burn their world down. I would take back everything that was mine, and I would make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled." "And that is how the Devil was born, Belle. To survive in this world, I had to become worse than the monsters. I had to become the Devil himself." THE HEALING Silence filled the room. Isabella looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She didn't look scared. She didn't look at me like I was a monster. She looked at me with pity... and love. "Oh, Alex..." she cried softly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a hug. "My poor baby... you went through all that alone?"

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.