Novel & Cerita Demon's Dream Audiobook

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.

Demons smelled sweet, like chocolate or caramel, something rich and gooey. “The lady is sad. She’s scared of monsters. See. No eyes and you can’t see them. It’s okay, lady.” The girl petted me. I gave up, raised my head, and smiled at the girl. “I’m not sad, sweetie. I’m tired.” I yawned. “I’m gonna take a nap. Can you nap like I do?” She asked sweetly.

He said it was unnatural for werewolves to like cats, but I didn’t mind them all too much. “No, it wasn’t,” he said, “But in my dream I was at Midnight Moon and I saw my demon. We were talking about someone else, but we just said he or him. In the dream, it was like I knew who we were talking about, and that I needed to get to him. But I have no idea who he could be.” I mused over what he said. This was worrying. Whoever this guy was, I didn’t like the sound of him. Elias looked concerned too, as he concentrated on driving. “Well, maybe we can get some more answers from The Order when we get there,” I said with what I hoped was a reassuring smile. From the look on Elias’ face, I was guessing

I fall back asleep, but I don’t know for how long before I am awoken by the cell door opening. “Well, well, what do we have here?” The gravelly voice of the demon from my dream travels fills my ears. “Did anyone ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat, little human?” it asked me. “Why am I here?” I ask, glaring up at the demon. “I lost my last plaything. The damn thing escaped. He was fun, I could torture him as much as I wanted, and he would never die. I will have to be more careful with you if I want you to last. You humans are weak and pathetic.” it says.

I lift my head and peer at her face that happened to turn away from me, seeing if she was actually just sleeping. A moan leaves her mouth again and I peer at her face. Now, I really wanted to see what she is dreaming about. So I infiltrate her thoughts while laying on my side next to her. Closing my eyes and using my demonic abilities I wonder through the darkness before seeing glimpses of me pleasuring her. They seemed to be more of a memory, since each glimpsed turned into different sceneries. All of them were very familiar to me too!

His fingers in his hole had brushed against a small bump which had caused a shock go through him that he was surprised he had not come. Once he had his body under control, he moved his fingers again rubbing at the bump there and all he could feel was intense pleasure. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and spread his legs so wide that one was already hanging out of the tub! It was not enough he need more. Then his mind conjured up an image of a cock, General Fan’s cock. His fantasy then then showed that he was being pierced by that thick cock. He added in another finger and started to move aggressively as his mind showed him being bent over with his ass in the air and General Fan’s body over h

Why did I agree to meet him, knowing very well that demons could look and behave normally? “Save the screaming for when we torture you, girl,” Hepzibah, the demoness, taunted. Her sharp claws gripped my shoulders, pulling me out of my seat. I struggled and shrieked. Even though it was pointless, I called Desmond’s name. The monster of my nightmares had caught me. Who would save me now? He was the only one I trusted after God. As I was kicking my feet, everything became a blur. I could hear the demons snickering at me. It all faded slowly. I had passed out? Or was it just a bad dream?

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

“What should I do?” I grabbed my phone to put a call across to Ben. I needed him, but for the seventh time today, his line was out of connection. Frustrated, I threw my phone on the couch as I fell back to my bed clutching the giant stuffed animal for comfort as I drifted off to sleep. As I drifted off to sleep, the dreams came—vivid and suffocating. I saw the Demon Alpha standing in a field of ash, his eyes glowing as he fought against an unseen enemy. Then Lucien, kneeling in chains, blood dripping from his wrists as he looked at me with desperation.