Demonic Jacket Novels & Stories

It might be perceived that she wears a black Mascara to appeal threatening or the appearing of her heeled black boot with a stuck in shaped black trouser gives the command of someone dangerous. They both turn their heads towards the entry, as a Mercedes drives in parking just beside another. The door swings open, as Hannah, dressed in the usual blood red blouse and trouser, and Jeremy, in a stripe T-shirt, walks in side by side. Laurel raises her hand, waving at them as they stride towards the sit. “Detective Sebastian.” Hannah cocks her head with a croaked smile. “I see my reputation precedes me after all.” Sebastian reaches for her hand. A forced smile is plastered against his face. He the

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

Selena ask pulling Dylan back from wearing his jacket. He try to yank it out of her hands but she has a strong hold on it and refuse to let it go putting up an angry look "I'm not letting you go to see that slut" she said and throw the jacket under her feet then start stomping on it angrily tearing it with her heels. Dylan give an angry sigh trying not to lost his cool and hit her, he grab another jacket from his closet again and put it on before Selena could have the chance to take it again.

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

Day 5: War against Demons I had trouble sleeping the whole night so I had some bags under my eyes. For my clothes I had my maids dress me in black tight leather pants, black t-shirt, black leather jacket and black leather boots. I had a gun belt on my waist filled with guns and had knives inside my boots. Demons could be killed by any weapon as long as it damaged their heart. Luckily their skin was like human skin so any weapon could penetrate through.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

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.

A warm feeling spread throughout my chest as I tug Dravon's jacket closer, a smile threatening to break out as I sniffed his faint scent. This was my first time wearing it since he gave it to me. I now had two of his personal property in my possession. His jacket and his cloak. They all had a small stitch of the Demon's Pack royal emblem on the side. I wonder if all his clothes were custom made. It wasn't far-fetched, he was king after all. The training yard was quiet, the kind of quiet that feels peaceful. The sky had only just shaken off the darkness, and the faint chill of dawn clung to the air.