Demonic Obsessions Novels & Stories

I said. "I think that pig was just making an excuse to get us in trouble," Cathy said. Suddenly we heard a noise. A very thin one. Like a stick broke somewhere out there. All of our senses became very cautious. I could feel presence around us. "Oh no," Cathy and June started to panic. "we can't fight them." "Don't! Don't make noises, and Don't panic,'' I warned them. We stood back to back in an attacking position. I was the oldest one here. All three of us were omegas. And I couldn't even shift properly.

In a weird way I feel he eats their organs. “What’s going on?!.” Rebecca whispered. As old as she was she had never experienced such a thing, she was a pure Demon royalty, pampered till she became rotten and devious . Her father and brothers never let her see such a thing to them she is still a baby they must protect her till her suture comes to marry her off!, how dumb. My memory went back to the first time I had seen such a thing. I was just Ten……. ^^^

"Not nervous, per se. Just... overwhelmed." I couldn't blame him. The Lust Sect was a lot to take in, even for someone who'd grown up in Hell. Everywhere we looked, there were writhing bodies in various states of ecstasy. Demons with multiple limbs entangled with mortal souls, succubi feeding off the energy of their willing victims, and creatures I couldn't even name engaged in acts that would make a p**n star blush. "Jesus fucking Christ," Sebastian muttered under his breath. I snorted. "Wrong celestial, buddy. This is definitely more my dad's domain."

Their bodies intertwined in a frenzied heat, but beneath the ecstasy lay something darker; a feeling that she was nothing more than a plaything in the hands of a demonic force, every touch of Malik carrying desire and control. She knew she was sinking with him into a dark abyss, yet she clung to him even more tightly, as if yearning for a sweet, poisonous death. The scene was like a forbidden ritual—an intoxicating fusion of pleasure and sin, of morbid passion and ravenous obsession. And in both their eyes flickered that lurking evil, transforming the act into something far more than mere physical desire... into a battle between escape and surrender, between false love and the demon within.

He was so mad that his inner demon was almost ready to possess him. “I was and will be the God of death in everyone's eyes.” ★★★

“You sound like my dad.” Mario snorted. “Trust me, kid. The Devil’s Den isn’t for wandering angels.” Mira gave him a small nod, touched by the warning, even if she didn’t fully understand it. The base of the club throbbed beneath her feet: the pulsing music, flashing neon lights, bodies moving against each other like sin wrapped in flesh. This place was very sensual and loud, and she wondered how people were able to tolerate such noise for a very long time. This was something she would face soon, and she had to get used to it. She sighed heavily as her shoulders relaxed.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

But I got the bathroom at least. “Who did this shit? Why is he always trying to annoy me so bad?” I growled, curling my fist. Swinging my hands, I marched up the stairs, but I collided into my prey, or should I say, predator. “I need to talk to you privately," I said and folded my arms. He rolled his eyes in boredom. "Again," he muttered with hooded eyes that made heart palpitate. “She wants it in private." Damien smirked and winked at me. I only stared back in complete disgust.