Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

All the events of that night came rushing to me but I closed my eyes to keep myself steady. This is not the right time to fall in the rabbit hole. I took a deep breath and opened my phone. Devil : How’s my princess doing? Princess That idiot. He is making fun of me. Me: Planning your murder. Devil: Threatening will not take you far, Darling. Me: Ohh, It’s working fine for you. Devil: Whatever, Be ready I am picking you up. Me: Are you crazy? I am not going out with you.

“He was a cook. Feeds your warriors. Spare him and the pack sees mercy as strategy.” Devon’s claws hovered. His hand shook once. He lowered it. “Take him to the pits instead. Break his hands.” The man sobbed thanks. Devon turned to me, voice low. “You’re playing a dangerous game feeding me that shit.” “I’m keeping you from turning into something even worse,” I shot back, stepping on his boot under the hem of my dress so no one saw. He pulled me against his side, arm like steel around my waist. “Keep talking and I’ll fuck you right here on this platform.”

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The child can already wield the Rift. The child could command the dead and the living. His memory twists, showing him stumbling into a gate of black smoke, whispering the words that will doom them all: “The Devil’s heir is coming.” He falls unconscious. ⸻ Back in Aunt Dee’s Realm… Sarai Collapses The link snaps so violently Sarai screams. Aunt Dee appears instantly, magic crackling around her. Sarai’s eyes roll back as the last of the traitor’s fear floods her mind — sharp, acidic, unmistakable.

Something tells me the danger hasn’t even begun but is just starting. But it’s too late to turn back now. I’m all in and I’ll do anything for the plan to succeed. Even if it means sacrificing myself to the devil.

~ Mira’s POV ~ The city of Veridia was a beast that consumed the weak, and I did not intend on becoming its meal. Especially after seven years of running from it. As I stood inside the lobby of Moretti Enterprises made entirely of gold and glass, I adjusted my wristwatch, a knockoff of the real thing, that I purchased from eBay for only $10. The shoes I was wearing were hurting my feet, and my blazer was just a little bit tight in the shoulders, my blouse, which I pressed until the folds could cut through glass.

Mercy replied with a smile, I guess Devil has convinced her without apologizing, he turned to me with a smug smile showing how he changed the situation without apologizing and I gave him an eye roll. "So how about we play cards like old times?" the devil proposed and Mercy agreed, that's one thing that holds them together, I suck at it. I declined and just watched them play and how happy it made Mercy and a bit of me hope it doesn't make her fall for devil again.

"In fact, yes. I wanted to tell you how impressed I was with your performance the other night. Well done taking Ocean out." "Fuck you and your damn games. You sent me there so she could fucking kill me, but luckily I got to her before she fucking could." "You didn't enjoy the game I had for you? What a shame, I guess we'll have to try the fuck again, won't we?" "I'm not fucking playing any games of yours. I'm fucking done, Mr. Nobody, and I fucking mean it." "I tell you when you're fucking done, Devil.

"Here… you… are." "Who…" I gulped in panic. "Who… are you? Do I know you from somewhere?" My bones were shaking, turning numb. He smirked. Coldly before shrugging like it didn't matter. "Me? I'm Memphis. A devil." He tipped an imaginary hat. My face turned ashen. My eyes darted to the door to catch a glimpse of any figure but there was no one in sight. I felt like reading up in helplessness. How could no one have sensed him or even hear us speaking or me exclaiming and gasping.