Devil In Your Heart Novels & Stories

"I was planning to take you home, but you seem eager, so I'll take care of you right now. I'll have my way with you first, then kill you and dismember you. Sounds pretty thrilling, doesn't it?" Halsey's heart raced with terror, but she didn't give up. She struggled, her voice trembling with defiance. "Let me go! You're committing a crime! The law will catch up with you!" The Stormborn Devil wasn't fazed. His eyes lingered on the birthmark on Halsey's face. "You're so ugly. No man would ever want you. Before you die, I'll let you know what it's like to be with a man. You should thank me, really."

After she closed the door, her hand pulled at the blanket until all the petals fell to the floor, and the heart symbol shattered. "Why is something like this on the bed, huh? It's not appropriate because Oriaga has corrupted me inside and out from the start. There will never be a romantic night between us, and it's all fake." ***

My voice grew huskier, deeper, contemplating her immobilization. “Do you want that?” I whispered in her ears temptingly, shook her head in denial, losing her strength to fight me anymore. "Good Girl." I smiled., taking a strand of her hair in my fingers, stroking it gently She lifted her heavy disappointment orbs and exhaled and said the perspective of mine she holds in her heart. "Thanks for clarifying; You are a devil and there’s no place in your heart. So heartless. I cannot even imagine spending a second with someone like you.” My smile faded when she began to hiss.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

“You wanted this, right? So fucking take it.” My pride curled up and died. I crawled forward, trembling, hands braced on the mattress with my back arched. I didn’t want to see myself, but the mirror didn’t care, it forced me to watch the flush in my cheeks, his load dripping down my thighs, the pathetic way I waited for him to use me again. He knelt behind me and shoved my knees wider. I whimpered. “Quiet,” he snapped, guiding his cock back to my entrance. “You’re not a delicate man.”

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.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon. "Only my blood? That's all? How to kill him? Doused him with blood?" Iris asked Eva and occasionally looked at the lemon that Tommy had given her. Eva deliberately held back her words as her hands worked deftly to put Iris' blood into the glass tube and then gave the blood back to her. "Devils will burn if they are exposed to your blood. Only one condition... The blood must enter the heart." Iris immediately touched her forehead, and she was almost shaky because of Eva's extraordinary level of imagination. Is the devil afraid of her blood? So how do you get the blood into the heart?

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.