Chained To The Devil Novels & Stories

It’s calling for you…' Inner Devil: 'Take it, Charlie. Devour it. Fulfill your destiny!' Inner Devil 2: 'Look into the dick, Charlie… deeper… deeeeeper… you are completely under its spell…' Inner Devil: 'Take a bite. Just one. And then another… and another…'

the devil commanded. Despite her own powerlessness, Petra clutched the child firmly, determined not to relinquish him. The devil’s hand, which appeared to be normal, grasped Petra’s arm with an inhuman strength. The sound of cracking bones filled the air as Petra struggled against the pain. Her skin ruptured and blood began to flow as she shrieked in agony but refused to let go.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“HUMANS EAT ANIMALS, DEVILS EAT HUMAN. ISN’T IT WHAT YOU CALL FOOD CHAIN, HUMAN BRAT!” “IN ADDITION, OUR EXISTANCE, THE DEVILS WERE BECAUSE OF THE DESIRE AND THE DARKNESS INSIDE THE HUMAN HEART. EVEN REVENGE AND NEGATIVE ENERGI THAT MAKE US EXIST!” Abelard’s heart stops beating for a few seconds. It feels like an iron pin had stabbed him through the hole which made his chest hurt. The fragments of the devil’s words swirls in Abelard’s mind. 'No, it’s not true!’

The Devil was no longer chained. He was awake.

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:

"I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't they be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K

Leah Falco's POV His lips dance against mine and I can do nothing but respond. It is something stronger than me, my body does not obey orders of my brain and it is that it is more than fried, charred and useless. Devil is delusional, so am I; we have both become slaves to the fever. I take him by the neck while I wiggle over his abdomen, seeking to relieve the burning. His hands grip my waist to the point that I feel like he's going to pull my intestines out, but I don't stop him.

I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.