Demonic Barney Novels & Stories

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.

But lately, reports have been of the Dark Knight’s men snooping around, waiting for me to make one wrong move. “I—I don't know what you're talking about. I d—don’t even know who you are.” She stammer out, whimpering, afraid of my demon form before her. It's exactly how I like my captives to be, Afraid. Trembling at my feet. Scared of my unpredictable nature. “Liar!” I growled, grabbing on her neck. I want to go easy, but easy never gets the job done. “You knew exactly where I'd be. At the exact spot I'd be standing, perfect timing, and you want me to believe you're innocent?” I tighten my free hand to a fist, guarding myself from showing mercy.

“Ummm, yes. It was about Mrs Olivia. I promised to do whatever you wanted me to if you find out the reason she gave me those scars, and you promised to do what I want if it’s the other way round.” Kira smiled. “Good, you remember. It’s weekend already and I couldn’t find out the reason. So, now you have to say what you want me to do.” Rebecca’s eyes lit. “You are really going to do anything I want you to?” “A deal is a deal, Barbie.” She stood up and walked close to Kira. “Are you friends with Elsa? The daughter of don Alessandro.” “Not really, but we are cool. Why?” “Cool wouldn’t be enough.” She muttered to herself but Kira heard her. “Can you provide a private investigator for me?”

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

Chapter 52 Barry's POV After I sent the email to the one demon that I knew could do the job, I waited for his reply. I knew demons don't usually use emails; they respond in a totally different way, and sometimes it's not in a good way. So if he doesn't want to do what I ask, it's going to hurt like hell. This demon has a name. His name is Brad; that's what I know him by. He has never told me his real name, and I don't think I want to know. Sometimes, if they tell you their real name, you're not seen again. I'm not sure when I will hear from him or if he would even show up. If he doesn't, I'll have to think of a totally different plan. Many nights, I set in the office wondering how I could ta

He greeted sweetly. Baron rolled his eyes, and I chuckled. "What about de Sanctis buying Demonio?" "He hasn't contacted me yet, I thought it would be canceled." "That's getting better, isn't it?" "Yes, of course. I can see you here for however long Demonio runs." He was flirting, making Baron put on his saturated face again. I chuckled. "Stop teasing my cousin. Come on, let's finish it now." Baron said with annoyance. I laughed silently as Baron pulled him away towards the stairs, and I took another sip of my beer while scanning the fairly crowded bar.

Rayline. Taylor looked surprised and nervous. It looked like I might not like his answer. "Taylor," I started again, "I'm not going to run away from Cole, and I'm not going to run away from you either." I knew Taylor was a good person, he seemed genuine and not evil, whatever he was, he was obviously very nice to me, so I thought there was no way he could be that bad. "I'm a demon." That's when he finally said it, answering in one breath.

Demons lounged in corners, their eyes glowing faintly in the low light, each one exuding an aura of danger and power. The main floor was a mix of the elegant and the macabre. Luxurious velvet couches and leather armchairs were scattered around, occupied by creatures of all shapes and sizes. A long bar stretched along one side, manned by a bartender with horns curling from his forehead and a smile that promised both pleasure and peril. The drink menu was a curious mix of concoctions, some made with ingredients not found in any human world.

Once again the door opened and Damon took Amber inside where a girl was taking off her clothes and everyone was whistling and clapping for her and that girl was also happy. Crying, Amber held Demon's hand and said, "Please don't make me do this, I won't be able to do it." Demon laughed and said, “You are special to me, so I have a special job for you.” You don't need to do anything in front of all this because you are my personal bar dancer, your services are only for me.” Hearing this, Amber was surprised and said, “I don't understand anything, private bar dancer.” Damon came near Amber and looked into her eyes and said, “Now you are not so innocent that you cannot understand my words. Let

"If my niece says she won’t interfere, then you two simply have no fate with her." Barney opened his mouth, desperate, and hurried after Amelia. "Master, I know I was wrong. Please, on account of—" Suddenly, a young boy dressed in an apothecary’s robe stepped in front of him. Sniffing the air, he made a few hand gestures toward Amelia. Amelia finally stopped and turned to Barney. "The malevolent energy on you… was transferred by someone else?" Malevolent energy? Transferred to him? Barney didn’t understand.