Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

Containing, but not limited to: “Gag on my cock . . . Deep-throat me, kotyonok . . . Tap my thigh when you need to breathe.” The moonlight cast a halo over every inch of her body. It looked like an angel was sucking my dick—D’yavol’s dick. I knew the real devil would never let her go. He’d cut off her wings and lock her away. The idea would have some merit if Alexei wasn’t such a massive bitch and if karma wasn’t fucking everything up with feelings, reminding me Mila wouldn’t like that idea very much. As much as I appreciated the tears she shed for me, my skin also chafed at the idea of causing more.

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.

One of expression that so strange was the curiousity and confussion that came out strange when there's pain and fear that couldn't hide about in his eyes. “This is not defying the heaven,” the Devil's voice thundered about in his mind that shocked Raj once again. But not as shocked as before, he could remain to observed the Devil. “This is defying everything that common in this surrounding. You haven't heard a Devil turned Alpha in the history? That's may never happen like it was hidden, hidden through everyone's understanding!”

She thought deeply for a while, sat up and began to write again: " Hi dear diary, tomorrow is my birthday but tonight is my meeting with my demons. I am scared, mom says I should pray, Aunt Ann said the same thing but I don't believe in it anymore. I don't even know how to pray; I'm mad at God. Aunt Ann says it's wrong to blame God but I can't help it although I do not say it out loud. I want to stop blaming God. I think these demons are to blame after all. Dear diary, I ain't sleeping tonight not because I don't feel sleepy, but because I want to break record, I want to be able to say I didn't have any nightmare on the night preceding my birthday for the first time in seven years. I want to

I couldn't sleep at all when ever i close my eyes, i see my parents screaming and begging me to help them my worst nightmare. I sat up with sweat dripping down my face and my chest was heaving up and down without control. As i let the tears fall i quickly sit up and look around as i step down from my bed walking into the bathroom. I washed my face and stare into the mirror. The once beautiful Maxine is not lean with cracked lips and messy hair. I haven't been taking care of myself i know that but how can i when I'm going to die anyway. I finally turn off the tap and turn. I immediately see Damian standing there and my heart skip a beat.

I told myself I only needed water, a moment away from him. But then I heard it. A sound I’d never expected from him. “No…” His voice was raw, broken. “No, Liam… Mom… don’t go… Beverley—please, I’m sorry, don’t—” I froze. My breath caught as I turned toward the other side of the room. Lucian Devlin—the man who ruled me with silence and control—was tangled in the sheets, drenched in sweat despite the cold air. His body twisted violently, his fists clenched, face pale and contorted like a child trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

I’d have her to myself for as long as I wished anyway. She slowly walked to the front row where they were and sat between her parents, hugging her mother tightly as they both cried. I found a place to settle somewhere at the back, my eyes never leaving her. A feeling I couldn’t quite understand tugged at my chest as I continued to watch her cry. Was it pity? Or perhaps, was I sad to see her like that? It had to be the former. Either way, I was not supposed to be feeling any of these emotions. I was called the devil for a reason.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

The person entered without waiting for his response. “Makayla.” She was wearing a black see through panties and a matching black bra, her shirt in her hand. She plopped down on his bed, with a shaky voice she spoke. “I had a bad dream.” She blinked back tears. “I don’t remember much but I remember me sitting in front of a car coughing out blood and it was blurry.” she covered her face in her palm and cried. Knox didn’t know how to console her. He kept mute watching her cry.

This is torture! Inner Devil 2: ‘Freya, for the love of sanity, please pass out.’ Freya’s inner devils were now building protest signs: [End the Boring! Save the Babies!] When that didn’t work, Inner Devil began chanting hypnosis: ‘Freya, look into my eyes.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘She can’t see your eyes, Genius!’ Inner Devil: ‘Look into the book! Now, roll your eyes, round and round, round and round, and round. You are feeling sleepy!’