The devils gift

The devils gift

  • WpView
    Reads 3,731
  • WpVote
    Votes 279
  • WpPart
    Parts 31
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Jan 21, 20222h 27m
WpInfo
Fanfic
BTS
You sold your soul to the devil. It's plain and simple. You craved love and affection and no amount of studying or hard work got you anywhere. You got pushed around and you felt as if the world was falling down on top of you. This was your only hope, and you were going to do absolutely anything in your power or the underworlds power to get it. Yet when you stood in front of your mirror at 3am summoning your assigned demon with blood trickling down your arm, you weren't expecting this. How could something so evil..... look so beautiful? How could a black heart.... hold so much warmth within it? And how could his crooked smile.... be so loving? ..... However, nothing is as it seems.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Last Melody 🎵✨
  • Can't Let You Go || JJK [EDITING]
  • Accidentally Stuck With The Villains
  • Arranged Marriage; KTH
  • Psychopathic (Jungkook x reader)
  • Seven Sins | BTS x Reader
  • Love in the Shadows (KTH x reader x JJK) (18+) [EDITING]
  • Park Jimin || Madhouse

The world didn't end in fire or chaos. It ended in silence. One moment, I was in class, staring out the window, half-listening to my professor drone on about deadlines. The next, a deafening blast shook the ground, a flash of blinding white swallowing everything around me. And then-nothing. When I opened my eyes, the lecture hall was empty. The seats, the desks, the bags students had left behind-everything was still there. But the people? Gone. I ran. Through the hallways, down the stairs, into the streets. I screamed for someone-anyone. The roads were lined with abandoned cars, doors hanging open like their owners had simply vanished mid-step. The air felt wrong, too still, too quiet. Even the wind had disappeared. Heart pounding, I reached home. My mother's slippers were by the door. Her cup of tea was on the table, still warm. But she wasn't there. No one was. I checked my phone. No calls. No messages. Just an empty world staring back at me. Then, after fifteen minutes of suffocating silence-my phone buzzed. A Weverse notification. "Anyone there?" It was BTS. The only proof that I wasn't completely alone. But if we were still here... where did everyone else go? And why do I have a feeling that we're running out of time?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines