Rebel In Devil's Shackle Novels & Stories

If anything, he wasn't satisfied. He needs her to be on her knees, pleading, begging him to take her back. “ A devil I've known is better than a newly found angel in silk,” she said with her eyes dropping. He smirked. He doesn't mind being called the devil. But something was off, she wasn't just looking hurt. He could feel it deep in his bones, that—that mysterious man he met last night, had done something to her. Something to make her look scared, guilty, and…helpless.

She didn't expect that someone would actually booked for it and it was Anton Stanford whom she was trying to avoid to encounter! Anton was silent while staring at her but more to it, his eyes were focused somewhere. Ashley tried to trail his gaze. "Oh My gosh!" She shouted, tying her robe lace back. "Pervert!" Due to her carelessness, she had pulled the lace that holds the robe together and it opened to Anton's view. She was wearing nothing but her creamy skin and her tattoo which settled in the right side of her chest. He was addressed as a pervert but he ignored it. The tattoo in her chest was what bothers him. Somewhere in his memory, he seemed to have seen it before but he couldn't just

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

Playing for the NHL was a terrible choice because once they dig deeper, they find out what kind of shit you truly are. My chest constricts reading the last message sent by my mother, but I don't respond to it. I can't, not after what I did. Because, in a fucked up way, I agree with her. I'm the devil's child, indeed. With my eyes glazing over, I return to enjoying my latte. But even after I've downed it and ordered lunch, I still can't relax. Rebel told me her deepest secret, but would she still like me and be willing to date me if she knew mine?

In her eyes, I was less desirable already. Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair. The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

A crack appeared, signaling the weakening of the barrier. Petra, now on the ground, her eyes barely open, witnessed the incredible transformation. The devil, taken aback, exclaimed, "How are you able to use your powers? I specifically prepared this lair with your aura signature to prevent you from using any powers here. But no matter, I think it’s time for some action." With another powerful punch from Zack, the barrier shattered completely. The devil, realizing his precarious situation, picked up the child, intending to finish him off first. As Zack approached, his voice thundered, "Let him go!"

One day, I’ll take revenge on everyone who wronged me. “I sold myself to the devil to survive. Now, I’ll use the devil’s name to bury you all.” I stare at the list of names, my fingers tightening around the pen until my knuckles turn white. Just writing them down feels like summoning ghosts I swore I’d never see again. They thought I’d vanish. That I’d crumble. But I’m still here. And I’ve aligned myself with a monster far more dangerous than any of them. A knock on the door breaks my thoughts. I quickly fold the paper and slip it into the drawer.

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

"Your parents have passed down the same myth to you that women do not matter much in the Mafia world. I was only correcting what you had learned." "Answer this. Who is the world's best manipulator?" What the hell was with that question? "The Devil." In all of the mythology told, no one did the manipulation like The Devil. He laughed, coming closer to me and bending so we were staring directly into each other's faces. However, his gaze seemed to mostly linger on my lips than any other part of my face. "Smart guess, Chocolate but you're wrong. A woman is the world's best manipulator. Her intelligence can turn a man's strength against him."

Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your target. Kindly ensure that you diligently carry out all of his orders, or you will be given punishments accordingly." What?! I broke into a cold sweat and slowly lifted my head to look at the screen. The contract that I had just filled in was displayed on the pink screen. However, this time, the words had been translated into Zinglish, a language I understood, and it was only then that I learned what kind of contract I had just signed. The title read, "The Devil's Contract", and Jared's name was listed as the "master", while my name was listed as the "s