Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs Novels & Stories

“And here I thought the wine would help you release all that pent-up aggression.” He raised his glass and took a slow sip. My eyes narrowed. “I don’t have pent up aggression! And stop trying to change the topic.” “What was the topic again? Remind me.” I hated him so much. I couldn’t wait to finally see him behind bars. Shooting him one last scowl, I spun on my heel and stormed out, leaving Bryan behind. He could enjoy the wine without me. Someone bumped into me as I stepped onto the curb. “Hey, watch—”

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

, Alex stated sternly. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest as I let one leg out and then another. I started to take deep breaths in and out, Alex noticed it because I could feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady. “Just look at me.”, Alex said. I looked at him and his eyes were glowing, I felt drawn to it, I felt calm. “Good girl.”, Alex whispered softly. Just then, we heard an explosion at our door, my body jerked in shock and I lost my balance, causing me to fall. Damn…maybe…this is where…my story end…maybe, this is the end…of…The Devil’s Thirst Trap-

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

He spat in the puddle and turned. One thousand drunk humans. Ten thousand more, asleep, above. Not misunderstood. Cursed. It’s a very different sadness. Alexander’s Feast ended. Rounding out his latest playlist - Bashfully Baroque. Werewolf checked the time. Less than an hour. He buzzed a buzzer. I’m here for the Devil’s Cherries. The What? The, ahem, Devil’s Cherries. He’s cool. Let him in. And just like that, he was let out.

His fingers sizzled behind a lavender scent as he yanked it forth. The Devil roared its rage. The mouth in its stomach vomited up red ink that stained his hands. The floor cracked open and fiery stairs led the way down. “What is this?” Jon yelled. “Communion,” The Devil answered. “One step beyond.” “Always just one step beyond.” The demons chained at the Devil’s feet simpered and cried. From their mouths came a stream of unending babble. *** The Male Demon thundered:

"Remember this! You're our sl*t!" Anita’s body trembled when a hand got onto her thighs, and then a loud scream came out of her mouth. “NOOOOOOOOO! LET GO OF ME!!! LET GO OF ME!!!” “LET GO OF M-----! MHHHGNNNGGG! HNNNGGGHHHH!” “F*ck, Marc, you’re friggin’ late in gagging her.” One of the devils complained. “She’s still so loud. Annoying.” With that said, another devil punched Anita in the guts, making her curl up in pain.

The psycho laughed—low and sexy. It brings shivers down his spine. ‘God… his laugh was so hot.’ “You want to move to the bed?” the man asked, voice sounds like gravel and sin. It was damned hypnotizing. Angel could only nod. Mute. “Can you stand?” He shook his head fast. ‘Nope, I’m a cooked spaghetti noodle now.’ So the devil scooped him up, bridal style, and tossed him onto the bed like some Victorian princess about to be ruined.