Novel & Cerita Who Met The Devil At The Crossroads

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

Renata was holding Christian’s hands, and the rest of my followers were dropping to their knees in awe, giving thankful prayers. His eyes slid past Renata and onto me… Those were not my son’s eyes. This was not his sweet, respectful, and meek regard. These eyes smoldered with hatred, setting me back a step. He started toward me, but another voice stopped him in his tracks. “There you are, pretty pet.” A proper, red-eyed devil stood at the head of the street. Christian looked to him with obvious fear in his eyes, and I held out my cross, reciting a prayer to banish it from--

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

“Now the real war begins. But I would do it again. A thousand times. For you.” Adrian pressed closer, safe in the arms of the man who had risked everything. The devil had publicly chosen his weakness. And the world would burn because of it.

I didn’t let him say his words when I exited the place, as planned I took the taxi to the mall where I parked my car still in my disguise, I drove with happiness, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the love making,I wanted more and more, too bad I can’t experience that anymore,I just need to stop. I drove into Victor’s mansion and I saw his car parked, my soul left me. Oh no, The Devil is back, what do I do? I thought he was returning the next day? What changed? I nearly passed out when someone emerged from the shadows and knocked on the window of my car, it was Victor, the devil, he gave a hand sign meaning, ‘come out of the car.’ I guess this is it, I will have to face the devil now but O

"200 years after you died, I was tired of waiting for you. I searched for you on land and on air but I couldn't find you. I came into the water when I stumbled on my long lost brother, Rex." At that stage, she looked up to me in shock. "R-rex is your... He's your brother." I made a nod. "When a brother becomes the devil, the other either dies or becomes one himself. He had a choice so he made it. He was in search of a black diamond and in the process, he came across the overthrowned sea devil. I was there to save him but an uncompleted deal had been hanging in our minds." "Tell me why you did that to that girl."

Dylan's POV: In an isolated valley named Mudgrave, there's a crossroad where it is said to be a meeting place for those who wanted to see the one they called "The Crossroad Demon" a cool name for someone who can grant wishes, and in return, he must be rewarded with an equal value of the wishes, an eye for an eye, a soul for a soul, and a payment worth the value of their precious wishes.

His hidden mockery cut her heart with a blunt knife; she pushed back her tears by blinking her eyes repeatedly. “Who are you? How do you know me?” “Wrong question!” He waved his finger and stalked towards her. “What can you do to tear Alpha Eric’s world?” She got alerted at her worst enemy’s name, her shoulders got tensed at his uncanny question. “I could strike a deal with devil if needed.” Sophia growled furiously; her eyes ablaze with her inner fire. “Hello, Sophia. I am the devil.” He stretched his arm for a handshake, his firm grip livened her hope.

"Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song 'Mistress' hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn't an accident. The devil's contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame, so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker." She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. "Devil? So — mafia devil?" He chuck