Devil In The Flesh 2 Novels & Stories

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.

The little Evil Devil also let out a miserable scream, and several bloody holes were punched out on its body emitted a lot of demonic energy. With one move, the two Evil Devils were seriously injured. At that time, the two Evil Devils' bodies flashed and there was no trace. In an instant, the room was captured from all directions. His head slowly emitted red mist, like rolling waves, spreading towards Cadell Marcus's body.

Raising both hands, I targeted his chest and sent ice straight towards his heart, but he used fire to melt it before it reached him. "It's my turn now," he said, his eyes shifting from brown to red. He transformed into a devil, sporting two horns on his head, veins crisscrossing his face, and his once-smooth white skin turning dark and hideous. His nose elongated into a pointed shape, and he grew taller than his normal height. Wings sprouted from his back, making him appear part dragon and part human. A crown of fire encircled his head, and he looked terrifying. I knew I was going to fight a devil, but I hadn't expected it to be this horrifying.

I collapsed, trembling, ruined, his cum dripping down my thighs. The Devil leaned down, licking the tears from my cheek. “Now,” he whispered, his voice pure sin, “the bargain begins.” I thought it was over. My body was wrecked, trembling from the brutal way he took me. His cum still leaked from between my thighs, warm and sticky, soaking the sheets. My chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. But the Devil… he wasn’t done. He sat back, watching me like a predator, his cock still thick, glistening with me. His smirk widened when I tried to close my legs.

Scribing the Latin words of ‘HIS’ ritual call, a blinding light reflected as a whispering chant echoed in her words. To a shrieking scream as bony dark flesh emerges craving those long fingers as those sharp fingernails clawed. A sign turning into smoke as it circled the flesh of death dragging out the screaming souls of her once parents to call. Grabbing the orbs as their screams subside and are gone. It turned back to its form as it dives and back to the dark pit where it came from, leaving the echoing laugh of the devil as it slowly vanishes in the deep distance below.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Destiny has different ways of avenging the recklessness of time as it once again repeated the long-lost cause, hoping to see something different this once that may keep it entertained as long this life lasts. The fallen might see it as a golden opportunity to rewrite the stars, change the outcomes, and most important- correcting their mistakes but the betrayer saw it as a punishment. A ruthless way of repenting sins by mending the heart he once broke out of greed. But it was unfair and injustice served to her for she has to tolerate the same beast once again and will herself to fall for the charms that have already crushed her life before. She has to go through the same process again to ente

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."