You Me Devil Makes Three Novels & Stories

*Third POV* “It runs into that dirty filthy blood of ours from centuries as it passes by one after the other” Dong-jun pauses, spreading his arms wide. “The deal with the devil to make the most beautiful creation here in this world is to feel the hand of the devil upon yours as you make your art into life by another life. Putting the soul of the one into the art to make it look more alive” “THAT'S BULLSHITS!! THERE IS NOTHING LIKE DEVIL AND ALL THE OLD FARTS WERE JUST DELUSION!!”

After I finished my sentence, he gasped out loud. “YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME?! EVERYONE! BEWARE OF THIS YOUNG MAN! HIS SOUL IS BEING CONSUMED BY THE DEVIL! IF YOU DON’T WANT THIS TO GET MUCH WORSE AND HARM YOU IN THE NEAR FUTURE, YOU MUST GIVE 30 GOLD COINS FOR ME TO GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY FROM THE DEVIL!! HURRY, FOR HE MIGHT CAUSE HAVOC WHEN LEFT ALONE.” oh wow. I’m beyond flabbergasted at this point. Did he just use me to get more money?! Fury and rage filled my insides and I can’t help but glare at him. This only placed me more on the negative light.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

I don’t know what the future looks like for us and I don’t know where this path will lead but all I know is that I would be staying with him forever. I’m not going to run away because I am finding out that Leon isn’t actually a good man. He has done terrible things and I know he still will. There’s darkness in him that will never go away but I’m not afraid of it because that darkness belongs to me now. My devil owns me now and forever. THE END.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

I stare at this fucking cock sucker and grit my teeth, feeling betrayed beyond belief as he just grins at me, making a point to touch Myla in front of me, making her beg me for help. "You? It's been you this whole fucking time?!..." The devil whispers in my ear, "You're not strong enough to brave the storm." I looked the devil right in the eye and whispered back... " I am the fucking storm."

She was trapped. " You owe me one?" He said with his deep voice, you could only imagine what thoughts were running through his mind. Mirabel unknowingly signed a deal with the devil and there was no turning back. "Ye..yes," she said cowering in fear, 'what was happening, she wondered. "And..." Axel said but paused for a little before he continued, "You'll repay the next time we meet?" he asked another question, Axel was intentionally using his words to trap her down.

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used