Demons In My Bed Britt Andrews Novels & Stories

She left one hateful glance for me before leaving the room and slamming the door. “Who’s she?” “Come here.” Andrew picked me up with one swift, and I had no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. “Answer me,” I breathed. My face was buried in his shoulder and I felt the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck. “She’s a lycan. A member of my alliance.” “You know, that’s not the answer I wanted.” A door opened, and I turned to find out where Andrew was taking me. A marble bathroom with a bathtub next to a large glass window.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

“One day at a time. You don’t have to go to school until you’re ready. And I’ll be right there with you when you do.” *** I don’t know when I fall asleep. One minute I'm crying on Silver’s shoulder, exhausted from the endless loop of shame and betrayal; the next, everything went dark. I must have cried myself into a heavy, dreamless sleep right here in her arms. A soft voice pulls me out of it. “Andrea, baby…” Mum. My eyes fly open, heart slamming against my ribs. Silver is still beside me on the couch, but she’s sitting up straighter now, looking between mum and me. Panic floods me instantly. I scramble upright, already feeling fresh tears burning in my eyes.

I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry. I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, fuck, I need something. The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers. Four of them step out of nowhere. Four gorgeous, terrifying, perfect demons. One is all silver skin and white horns, smirking like he owns the place. One is bronze with black wings and a forked tail that keeps flicking. One is emerald green, eyes glowing, twin tongues flicking out to taste the air.

But I can’t give in and let him realize I’ve ended up falling for him and end up rejected. I walked down the stairs barefoot, slowly. The moonlight faintly lit the hallway. When I passed the living room, I stopped. Something was moving. Andrews. He was there, with his back turned, standing in the middle of the room. His head slightly tilted, as if listening to something invisible. His pajamas rumpled, feet bare on the cold floor. My heart jumped. “Andrews...?” I called softly. No answer. I took a step forward. He turned his face slowly. I felt watched, but his eyes were distant, trapped in his subconscious. I keep wondering what trauma Andrews must have suffered to take these meds and end up

Tabitha screamed in terror, rolling off the bed, naked and trembling. Blood gushed from Andrew's nose and mouth as Christian's iron grip clamped down on his throat. With one powerful yank, he dragged Andrew off the bed and threw him to the floor. Christian then brought his foot down hard on Andrew's ribs, twisting as a sickening crack echoed through the room. Andrew lay on the floor, groaning in pain, too weak to scream. He had no idea who this man was—the one who could easily end his life right there and then.

I managed to reply after a brief pause and he smirked. “Come with me.” My heart was pounding heavily, I could hear its beat in my ears and my chest rose and fell rapidly as we neared the room where the grunts of pain were coming from. “Now kill him with your powers.” Andrew ordered when we entered the room. Damon was kneeling on the floor, his body covered in blood and he was groaning in pain. My hands began shaking, I couldn’t do it. Andrew stared at me expectantly and I stared at Damon, hoping it was anybody but him.

he asked. I turned to him with a bored look on my face “mind your fucking business Andrew, you’ll have your money soon” I said. He laughed loud like a manic, drawing looks towards us “so this is where you are planning to get your money from. Opening your legs for a few million dollars like a cheap slut-” Desmond wrapped his hands tightly around Andrew’s neck before he could even get the words out “say one more fucking word about her and so help me god I will forget whatever plans I had out of my head and end your miserable life”

My stomach twisted before I even saw the username. Anonymous69 just uploaded: “Sensual Rivals – Full Set.” Fuck. I tapped the screen, heart already beating harder than it had any right to. The preview image alone was enough to make my mouth go dry—Andrew, sitting on the edge of the bed, those gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. He looked like sin. He was sin. I hit play before I could talk myself out of it. And there it was—us. The full thing. Every second we filmed, every breath, every almost-touch, every simmering moment stretched out in high-def, raw and unfiltered.

Adoneram PoV ~~~" You're a demon! A demon in the body of a mortal!"~~~ Someone was talking inside my mind. I flinched as I rolled in my bed when the voice keeps getting louder trying to dug within my thoughts. I'm awake but I felt like I'm stuck in my bad dream. ~~~" you have to accept it. Demon!!! Demon!!!"~~~ It's a voice keeps whispering inside my head. I couldn't named who's voice was it because it's like a pirated DVd player, a little hoarse and chappy. I'm struggling in my sleep because I felt like my whole turned numb.