Demons In My Bed Britt Andrews Novels & Stories

she whispered into the dark. The demon froze, buried deep, but her tail twisted inside me, ridges grinding against sensitive nerves. I clenched around her, fighting the urge to move, to scream. “Just… a bad dream,” I managed, voice muffled and strained. Beatrice hesitated, then lay back down. “Pray for peace, Sister.” The demon resumed—harder, faster, as if the interruption fueled her. “Close call,” she growled. “But you’re dripping more now. The risk makes you wetter, doesn’t it?”

Andy was surprised to hear those words from her, at first he wanted to keep this a secret but was discovered by Celica, so Andy had to tell her everything: "I had a terrible nightmare, I saw a demon thirty times bigger than myself and he killed me in my dream." Celica showed a thoughtful expression and started taking out a book from her blue backpack, the book seemed quite old and the cover contained eight different colored stones red, yellow, blue, green, jade green, indigo, brown, white and black. But the only two gems that light up are blue and black, but that black glow more intensely when near Andy. Celica made a serious face and began to explain everything, she said:

After 300 years of work, I've finally succeeded! After the shock, Monty's fear turned into wild joy. "What an honor to be in your presence!" Byron did not spare him another glance. He had already turned his full attention back to Andrew, relentless and hunting. The Demonic Art struck at the innermost part of a person: the tangled mess of emotion, longing, memory, and desire that every human being carried. No one with a heartbeat was immune to it. Andrew grunted through gritted teeth. He had to admit that the old monster was the real deal.

The texture of the mattress underneath my body was exactly the same as the one I spent most of my nights on, before I went to prison. The silky dark sheets around me. I tried to move my hands, but I couldn't, well turns out that my hands were tied to the bed, on either side with cuffs. Luckily, my legs weren't tied up, so I still have some means of defense. I tried to sit up, but it was kinda impossible, so I fell back down. The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit.

I feel it was something more. Oh... speaking of demonic power. This was also one thing that caught me off guard. For some twisted reason, demons are actually real! They actually exist! Huh! What a surprise! It was just unfortunate now that I have a demon prince lollygagging with me. After my peaceful lunch, I headed to my room, planning to take a quick nap, but my iPhone rang when I was halfway from opening my bedroom door. I smiled when I saw Aunt Marcella’s name on the screen.

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

“That’s how wrong I was in the head that night. That’s the power these entities can exert on their host. They aren’t true spawns from hell, but they might as well be, because they do the Devil’s work. That’s why they’re considered demons. They were protecting themselves and their food source, like animals do. But in the process, they could’ve pushed me to condemn my soul. Because they don’t know about right and wrong and they couldn’t care less. So they cloud your mind until you stop caring too. And feast on it, right like devils do, pushing you down, closer to hell, one step at a time.” The footage showed him readying the camera to film our arrival, as his voice-over said, “And there I was,

Ara wasn't her usual self the next day. Jenna noticed that but when she asked, Ara brushed it off, stating she couldn't sleep properly last night. She didn't want to explain what had happened last night, putting them in words would make them feel more real. She raised her hands. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she stared at her bruised wrists. The last night had compelled her to wonder if the person in her room was really a devil? His touch felt real and human-like. She shivered in horror as she remembered his touch. Was it a human? If yes, then who? How did he get inside her room? She would always make sure to lock her room before going to bed? Then how? Or was he really a demon. She had hea

“Well imagine I am there, what are you going to do to me… think about that while you sleep. Goodnight kiddo.” “No! No! No!” Andrew screamed in his head. Why did she have to go? “Hey! Not fair, how am I supposed to sleep now when I currently have three legs?” She laughed again and asked him to think of something, then she went offline. Andrew knew exactly what he had to do. He went into the bathroom with his phone and some cream, he began masturbating while staring at the picture of her tits. Barely two minutes later, he spilled semen all over the bathroom fall, breathing heavily in relief. He felt exhausted and weak, so he took a quick shower and went to bed.

"I assure you, Father, I have this all under control!" I swallowed a dollop of tallow from an auroch blessed by Ishtar herself to help bolster my body's natural defenses against the supernatural and prepared myself for when the demon revealed himself. Andrew sat in his chair before me, half-conscious, half-mad as the demon rolled him, the invocation I had spoken about earlier, working to coax the demon out of its hiding place within him. I broke eye contact for just a moment to cry, "just carry on with your confession in the other booth as per usual! I can take it from here!"