Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

“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!’

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.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

"Deal Or Deal?" Carl says smirking, leaning to Mia who's eyes widened "You're a devil" She whispers with tears rolling out of her eyes, Carl took his hand to her cheeks, rubbing her jaw softly before he harshly grips it "Wrong Carinõ" "I am The Devil" He says and with no warning, he plunged into her hard, Mia screams as she arched her back, the knife behind her piercing her immediately, Blood trickling down, Carl sees this and smiles

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.