Aphmau My Inner Demons Novels & Stories

rough panting and loud thud from his heart that was beating against mine, like he’s worried and it felt good until I finally lost my consciousness. I fell into a limbo and the only thing I could sense was his heartbeat, pounding, saying Aurora, I'm never giving up, on you, on us. Saying that he’ll fight for me, but what are we supposed to fight? How can we fight something that doesn’t even exist? Something that lives in our mind and is not physical. How do we calm those demons residing within us, what if one day, they take over? And what if we are caged inside, will we ever come out of it?

As soon as he announced the most devastating news of my life,wind whooshes and he disappeared. I fall on the floor with a thud.I feel defeated and broken.I proved myself as one of them,a demon when I decided to trade my child to save myself and my selfish heart.I am a demon no matter how far I try to run from the reality.The demonic qualities lives within ourselves.Our intentions and emotions can also be demonic. The door open with a harsh blow and there stood a flabbergasted Alexander panting heavily,his state disheveled.I quickly wipe my tears to hide whatever happened here a minute ago.

Someone has to give them the taste of their medicine and I was going to be the one! Morning came fast and I barely had any memories of how I returned back to the shelter. I remember trying to communicate with Seth about why he might have brought me to the plateau but he was busy with his deafening howl. I got bored to death that I just sat on the bare floor waiting for the worst to happen. How I fell asleep was still a mystery to me. My stomach growled as we matched to collect bread from Ama. 'Ama' happened to be the woman that came to fetch Aliyah earlier the previous evening. She was our mistress or matron of some sort.

* Noah after a while was already conscious after what the nurse gave him, he raised his head and looked to the sides to see who was in the place, it was just lonely, the nurse was not in the place. Noah with a lot of anger sat on the bed to try to get up, but when he did it again by the devices he had he was pulled backwards, he had no strength at all, but his anger was greater so much that he tore the serum from his vein and other things he had on and as he could holding on to the wall he got up little by little from the bed, he walked to a painting which was in his room, being there as he could, half stupid by the medicines he removed the painting and opened a safe he had in the place and

then she left to her car just like that. I mentally hit my head and cursed a few times inside. So she was still mad. I looked at my hands and found them shaking a bit...and they had claws... Claws and not my nails. Goodness now? Right now really? I hated not being able to control anything about my body. I knew I couldn't go to the shop anymore. Not with my hands looking like a monster is trying to come out. I quickly ran back to my apartment since I couldn't stay and try to convince the lady cop that I wanted to talk to her.

“Good. Let’s get you back to bed then. And some water. You’ll need your rest for the battle to come, mate, but I’ll be here with you through it.” I thought it was an odd way to phrase it, at first, but my mate meant more than just a physical sense of what my body was fighting against. He was also talking about battling whatever demons, in his eyes had led to me drugging myself to help keep them at bay. But there was one demon I would never slay, because it lived inside me and took over once a month. I would never truly find peace with a beast within me.

“Who exactly are you calling a chihuahua?! I consider myself a fierce Dobermann, thank you!” Duke sends one last glance my way before herding a protesting Zuri out of the room. When they’re finally gone and the door is firmly shut, I let all my emotions pour forth — self-hate, pain, confusion and trauma… they all weigh down on my soul until it’s dragging on the marble floors. A horrible feeling of unworthiness burns in my chest as I slowly make my way back to Amani’s bedside. I peer down on her face peaceful in slumber, and my insides tremble with a powerful surge of possessiveness

I was pathetic. Tears began to form in my eyes as I thought about all the bad thing that streamed through my mind. It was filled with horrible images and voices that I couldn't get out. The voices were screaming at me. Screaming at me for me to let them take control. And I let them. I had too many demons to fight on my own. My body was trembling. I didn't have any control over my body. It began shaking lightly and my mind began to spin. My sight was darkening every second and my head throbbed painfully. I screamed. I screamed for everything that happened, for everything I couldn't have, didn't deserve, didn't do and could have done. I screamed for someone to help me. Help me by fighting my d

I plug my ear phone and pretend not to hear them. “Sing with us Harold!” and they are now singing so loud that even if my iPod is at its highest tune I can still hear them. I guess I fell asleep in anger of their song, the last thing I heard is a scream and as I try to open my eyes, a blinding light were covering us. I am trying to keep my eyes on focus as it gets clearer I could see a face of a woman. With deep blue eyes and a rosy white face, her lips were like cherry and she shine so bright then I lose sight. The next time I open my eyes I was in the hospital.