What The Devil Meant For Bad Novels & Stories

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

“A powerful statement – and very potent in a time where belief of the devil was very real. What did Shakespeare mean by his words?” “He meant exactly what he said,” I said, my eyes focusing on the fifty-something woman pacing the front of the room. “‘The devils are here.’ Whether or not he believed in God he would have believed that each of us have free will as the bible teaches us – the free will to be either good or evil. The people that chose to be evil, to steal, beat, murder, they were the devils. They still are.” “So you agree, Maggie?”

"I feel so very scared because after all this is something that is very, very difficult for me to achieve and also this is something that is very, very complicated. For the past few days the kings have not given any news at all and I was thinking that maybe after two more days Mr. Robert and the two of you would go to catch up with the king and help them. How do I feel like I'm not okay? In fact, I feel that this will be something that will make the demons very happy because they feel they have been able to exorcise and also do something so evil to us. Is it true that everything is like that and will we always think about something bad or something else? Because after all this will be a very

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.

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

"She is not talking to the other one anymore. I put one of them in Mom's room and left the other one in my room. I am going to tell Mom." Our morning devotions usually featured Mom's teachings about the raging war between a good God and a bad devil. Humans were in the middle of this war. They had a choice to either join the force of good or that of evil. Those who joined God's fight against the devil would go to heaven. Those who joined the devil to disobey God went to hell. In hell, there was only suffering and pain for all eternity. Nobody would wish eternal suffering, even on their worst enemies.

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…