Devil Inside Of Me Novels & Stories

he said every word as if he owned me. I should say yes. Which type of devil got inside his mind and body? Why was he behaving like this? His words and behavior were too cruel. How can he play with my father's life? His choices were a boiled water pot, another one a boiled oil pit. No matter where I will jump, I will burn myself. I looked at him and wanted to say fuck off, but I stopped myself. Because his devil-looking expression was telling, “Dare me, Anna.” And once again, this man turned himself in as the devil I never wanted to see.

Ruth interrupted my thoughts, her voice mocking. *LET’S GO KILL, my lovely daughter.*” She appeared before me, grasping my hair and resuming her incantations. Again? I begged her to stop, but it felt futile, as if I were speaking to a wall. The dark power surged within me again, and I knew the devil was taking control. “*Since you lack the willpower, let me take over! bohahaha.*” The devil said in my head “No." I shouted, but the darkness consumed me once more.

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.

It is a part of human nature. In my eyes, a person who commits evil acts is the devil himself. There is no outside force, no mysterious entity whispering in their ears, no dark power forcing their hand. The devil is simply the name we give to the worst parts of human nature— the greed, the cruelty, the hunger for control, and the willingness to destroy others for selfish gain. It is not some mystical being hiding in the darkness. It is us. It is me. And if that is the case, then I must be the devil.

I just tried to twist my waist out of his hold But the way he caught me, I got out of his grip. It seemed almost impossible. "Roose ….My crystal My baby! So you are calling me a devil. Yeah you are right I'm devil! Now you will see the real face of the devil, And I swear you won't be able to forget this Devil. I have been lovingly explaining for a long time, but you did not understand, now you come here to me and If you do not come to me within the next second, then you will be responsible for whatever happens tonight!."Christian said .

I murmured, twisting harder, smiling, “Sing for me, Father. Sing for your sins.” I grinned wider, enjoying the spectacle, the delicious irony of a priest, a supposed man of God, trembling before a man like me—a devil incarnate. I crouched down and faced him, “If it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll pray for your soul. After all, I hear the Devil loves a good sinner.”

This was worse. Tears welled in my eyes, but I kept fighting. I kicked. Screamed. Cursed. Their hands gripped my waist, my shoulders. I thrashed like a wild thing. I didn’t care if they broke me—I wasn’t going down quiet. And then something inside me cracked. I wanted someone—anyone—to show up. Even Leon. Even Sean. Even the damn devil himself. I hated them. But at that moment, I wanted to be saved by the same people I was trying to run from. I didn’t want to die in some alley. I didn’t want to be left like trash after these bastards were done.

Angelica Did I mention I made a deal with the devil? Well, I gave him an inch and now he was asking for a mile. I had an ominous feeling as soon as I heard that eerie tune I had reserved for the secret phone I used to communicate with The Viper. It wasn’t just the fact that The Viper couldn’t be calling me at random that gave me the chill. It was the knowledge that I had been sloppy enough to not turn the phone off after the last call.

I interjected sharply before she could even finish what she was saying. "He is not who you think he is!" I lowered my voice so our conversation does not reach prying ears. "Mom, what I am about to tell you is very serious, please do not think that I am insane or suffering from hallucinations, I know what I saw. The Devil is not a man, he is not a human being, he is something else, he is not from this world, you have to get us out of this house, out of this god forsaken country, mom!" Mom did not appear to be the slightest bit shocked, after all the crazy things I said, she was indifferent. I didn't understand it.

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.”