Chained To The Devil Novels & Stories

Not in terror. Using memory. Then— She took a step forward. She extended her hand. She wrapped her fingers around— [First Choice: The Dagger] Like frozen fire, the dagger burned into her palm. Not hers, but a scream ripped through the silence. the entire world. The ground was divided by cracks. Up, not down. Crimson light poured in rivers into the sky. Time ran out. She was rejected by the realm. To throw her out as poison. The cycle trembled. twisted. cried out.

he said I chuckled and grabbed my hair I’m going crazy “What is the purpose of all these why are you chained?” “We’re here because of you remember? And now you’re going to be his bride and bear his future powerful demon sons” Ewwww

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

This wasn’t over. She may have been claimed, punished, and locked in a house full of shadows, but her heart still burned with something he couldn’t strip from her. And Dante Calhoun would learn that eventually— Even the devil can bleed.

I slightly trailed off in my words, and she scoffed. "Eat him and run, get his money, get his dick to ruin your pussy, and run so he would be forever enchanted and not look for you. You said you wanted his trust, why don’t you just join my team of dis-virgined bitches and stop being the good girl so your next victim would give you some sort of accolade? Men are assholes, they are remnants from hell who were given the chance to be amidst beautiful women. They are brainless and controlled by the devil… that asshole ex of mine blamed it on the devil. None of them are trustworthy. You just have to slap one in the face before they hit you back in a place that hurts most. Example: Klaus, the cute

**🥀** 🥀 BRUNO'S POV 🥀 I tried to run, from the fact that the devil was my father, but it seemed there was nowhere to run to. Somehow, I find myself being dragged back to hell. There was a loud cry of people who believed and fell for the devil's deceit. Their crazy cry filled my ears… they are called — the sinners. Those who turn away from good and decided to do bad because that bad seemed right in their eyes. Since everyone is doing a certain thing, it seemed to be normal and that's why they ended up in hell.

So, in an unexpected cry of pain, I ended up on my knees on the floor. At the sound of the scream, my necklace scorched, causing the magenta clouds that surrounded the pendant to release like lightning. One of the women was hit, and she screamed even louder, shrinking her own body. The other woman retreated, the black eyes of the possession momentarily vacillating, demonstrating that the demon no longer seemed sure of his actions.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.