V Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

Taking that as my chance, I aim at the old man and release two consecutive bullets between his eyes and that gets the rest in action. Actually one in action. Before he can grab his gun from the table, I quickly eliminate him too. Collateral damage. The devil appears to be in a trance and I contemplate whether to shoot or not. He will surely come for me if I spare him. But why is he not reacting? Before I could pull the trigger though, his voice stops me and it's not what I expected. Fuck me. It only gets worse. "Eva?" The devil whispers, his voice weak and shaking.

I can always go and sit on the comfy couch over there but I am not because well, I have to stay awake for I don't know how long to keep an eye on the ongoing activity on the tab of Devil, which ofcourse you know is Devin! He is on his way to his other base with his men tonight, and I can't let this fine opportunity go at any cost because this one step will make my job a lot easier. So, here I am sitting on this chair while keeping an open eye on the tab which is dispalying his current location. Yes, I have put a tracker on his body earlier today because I knew that he is going to go to his other base tonight, which is his main base. His base is already captured but he does not know yet. He w

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.” *************************************

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?! "

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

“I’m here just because of Samuel. I don’t care about any of your sick desires.” She strengthened her voice, even though every inch of her body started to shake. She realized that Dervel was serious about what he had just said. It was a game he wanted to play with her. “Imagine a prey which comes back to its predator. Every single return results in its partial death. Either it’s an actual murder or the slaughter of an integral part of someone’s entity.” Dervel was more than happy to explain everything in detail. “To put it another way - you're gonna feed me with yourself, with every dimension of you, until I let you go, with some life in you or not. Is that clear?”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.