Demons In My Bed Britt Andrews Novels & Stories

they chorused. I shut my bedroom door and flopped onto the bed for a second, staring at the email again. Holy crap. This was happening. For once, life was throwing me a win. A massive, life-changing win. This is the best day of my life. *...*...*...*...*...* ETHAN ♠ This is the worst day of my life. I’m sprawled on my bed with my controller in hand, mid-match in Valorant, when Mom bursts through my door without knocking.

Edwards replied. I nodded grimly. "Good." We entered through a side door, bypassing the main entrance. Edwards led me down a sterile hallway that smelled of antiseptic and echoed with the chaos of several mentally ill people. We stopped in front of a heavy door with a small reinforced window. Opening it, I stepped inside. Maximillian Anderson was strapped to a hospital bed, his wrists and ankles secured with leather restraints. His face was a mess. It was swollen, bruised, and split in several places. Some of the damage was from me. The rest was courtesy of Edwards' own beating.

At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door. When Greg saw that door, his legs gave up and he knelt on the floor. “It’s over, it’s all over.” The special forces barged in. Everyone gasped when they saw the scene before them. It looked like a hotel room. There were pink wallpapers and lace curtains. There was also a huge round bed in the middle. Three young women lay on the bed. They were wearing delicate dresses with full make-up on. They were just like dolls. When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes.

With a sigh, El-Kharis turned away from the sleeping princess and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. In the dimly lit hallway, a group of demons approached, their eyes glinting with suspicion and curiosity. One of them, a tall demon with rough, scarred skin and glowing red eyes, stepped forward. "Lord," he growled, "we heard rumors of a human in the castle. Is it true?" El-Kharis's eyes narrowed. "It is none of your concern," he replied, his voice cold. "Leave now." The demon scoffed. "None of our concern? After what the humans have done to us? We deserve to know!"

I turn to him and say. “Let’s get soenthing to eat first,” he replies. But I’m already jumping out of bed. Now that my head is clear, and his cock isn’t messing with my thoughts, I realize how terrible it had been. I have never bitten someone so hard that I felt a mark. “Princess, come back to bed. I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” he calls out. I’m already searching for the nearest first aid box. I must have been possessed by a demon!

Only, I was finding it hard to get her out of my head too. Since she had drunkenly staggered into my room that night, it was all I could think of; the warmth of her naked body against mine, her lips brushing against my neck as she clung to me. I had to be going crazy. There was no way it was appropriate to think about my brothers woman like that, especially with the kind of sexual fantasies my brain cooked up: Aurelia on all fours, arching her back for me while I take her from behind. Aurelia riding my dick, my name a soft whisper against her tongue. Aurelia…Aurelia.

She wanted this nightmare to be over. Slowly she retreated to the edge of the bed, curling up like an armadillo at one of the bed posts, silently sobbing and wishing it would all be over. Just then the door opened and she sprang to her feet, Alex walked in with his breath smelling of bourbon and a hint of lime. She found it disgusting…she found him disgusting.

Jamie: I hit my phone to the wall when Brittany didn’t take my calls and it turns out that she just switched her phone off. “Alpha…did you even sleep last night?” Gamma Caldwell called, I tilted my head to him, I am a demon, but that is not the reason I didn’t sleep, for eight years sleep is a luxury to me, “beta Brakes told me, that Brittany found out that you a half-demon.”