Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

What sinister plans do my uncles have for me? Have they truly handed me over to the devil himself?

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

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“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

Inner Devil 2, convulsing like a cartoon electrocuted by pleasure: ‘AHHH! I just came for the third time, and I’m not even the one getting railed!’ Inner Devil, riding a flaming mechanical bull, waving a lasso: ‘YEE-HAW! Forget baptizing the penthouse, let him bless every surface, Freya! The couch! The kitchen! The damn chandelier if it holds!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Welcome to the Grand Opening of Freya’s Pleasure Palace! Starring: Sir Kenneth and His Holy Sword!’

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

And yet, I couldn’t look away. Last night I’d been a stranger in a glittering club, being auctioned like a product, but I stood there hoping to be free after one night. Now, I was thirty days deep into a game I didn’t understand, being toyed with by a man who made danger look like seduction. Lucian Devlin had purchased my time. My body. Maybe even more. He'd told me so with his eyes locked on mine and his voice heavy with certainty: You’ll crawl before you leave me.

Dorian leaped at its throat, fangs bared, but the Devil Alpha caught him mid-air, It tossed him aside like he weighed nothing, and Dorian hit the ground hard, groaning in pain. Amelia grabbed my arm, pulling me back as the beast turned its glowing red eyes on me. The Devil Alpha lunged at us, Charles who could barely stand on his feet, grabbed its hind leg, yanking it back. The beast staggered for a second…that was progress. Dorian rushed forward, ramming into its side. The Devil Alpha snarled, trying to shake them off. Amelia lifted her hands, chanting a spell. A flash of bright energy shot from her palms, slamming into the beast. It roared in pain, stumbling backward.