When The Devil Said No God Said Yes Novels & Stories

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

I whispered. His smile would slice you to the bone. "Because you want it badly enough to say yes, and badly enough to keep your word. Because I saw you walk in here three hours ago looking like somebody had destroyed your whole world, and I thought, maybe there. Someone who sometimes knows the only way to go forward is by making a deal with the devil." "You think you're the devil?"

he says quietly. His voice isn’t angry. It’s final. “You’ve crossed a line,” he continues, leaning in just enough that I have to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze. “You didn’t just choose war. You didn’t just choose me.” His eyes lock onto mine, unblinking. “You made a deal with the devil.” The words should scare me. They don’t. I smile. Slow. Deliberate. Honest. “Good,” I say softly. “I’ve never trusted angels.”

[CARLTON’S POV] He doesn't answer immediately. His jaw tightens just slightly. "God stopped answering." My ribs feel tight. "He let my sister die." Tristan says it like he's stating a fact. The sky is blue. Water is wet. God abandoned him. I don't know what to say to that. "So I stopped waiting for him." “And became this?" I gesture at him. He glares at me. "No." A pause. "I became the devil."

I murmured, twisting harder, smiling, “Sing for me, Father. Sing for your sins.” I grinned wider, enjoying the spectacle, the delicious irony of a priest, a supposed man of God, trembling before a man like me—a devil incarnate. I crouched down and faced him, “If it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll pray for your soul. After all, I hear the Devil loves a good sinner.”

He shrugged. The devil hissed. “For honour?” He scoffed. “Would you do a thing you're being dragged into for honour, boss?” “Never.” “There you have your answer.” “Smart ass,” the devil muttered. “Okay, I'll give you my wagon," boss number two said. “No way! I'm in.”

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.