Breach The Devil Within Novels & Stories

she looked like an angel. A one sent to break the devil writhing in me, and god, that devil wanted all of her, it wanted to take all she is willing to offer. True, she can break him, and the thing is, he wants her to, he is finally seeking peace and she is craving some chaos...but isn't she aware of how that would ruin her in the end?

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

"They think they can bleach your womb and start over. But they forgot that I drew the blueprints for your survival. You are my atmosphere. If they take you, I will turn the physical world above into a smoking furnace. Trust my madness, little bird. Surrender your will to mine, and let me show them what happens when they try to steal from the devil." He kissed me then—a brutal, unyielding collision of code and iron that tasted of old iron and absolute ruin, his mouth claiming mine with a primitive, slow-burn devastation that forced the hybrid anomaly inside my womb to pulse in a synchronized, violent rhythm with his own dark frequency. He broke the kiss, his crimson eyes blazing with a terrif

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

I knew that he and my father didn't have the same mom, their father married a new wife after my father's mom left them, she didn't want to get involved with the Mafia business, so she left and then he married Dooms mother, which is why he was so young but I doubt my father wanted what belongs to him. "You are lying..." "I’m not." He said. "It’s called the Egg of Alcaron, it contains the life force of immortality but it can only be activated when broken by a bloodline, a member of the Castillo family. I begged your father to do it for me, I begged." He looked down, and for the first time ever, I saw a flicker of vulnerability ghosting across his features.

"You're something like a fallen angel. Or, at best, the bearer of a soul made by two beings who have never knelt down to any God.” There was the word I couldn't say. The name I tried to call at that moment of suffocation and I ended up conjuring Vraxlon until then. I couldn't even think of saying it, as if I had been programmed to mischaracterize his divine presence. This seemed to inflate my soul with a mischievous kind of debauchery. All right, my soul was already doomed to hell. Blasphemy was the least of all the sins I could imagine having committed in five hundred years.

This was worse. Tears welled in my eyes, but I kept fighting. I kicked. Screamed. Cursed. Their hands gripped my waist, my shoulders. I thrashed like a wild thing. I didn’t care if they broke me—I wasn’t going down quiet. And then something inside me cracked. I wanted someone—anyone—to show up. Even Leon. Even Sean. Even the damn devil himself. I hated them. But at that moment, I wanted to be saved by the same people I was trying to run from. I didn’t want to die in some alley. I didn’t want to be left like trash after these bastards were done.

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet