Devil's Tongue Knot Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 72: BREAKING THE BOND JORDAN: When King Kenan told the priestess to begin, she moved with surprising speed. She grabbed a bowl made of a hollowed-out wolf skull and filled it with a thick, black liquid that smelled like copper and vinegar. She motioned for Catherine and Denzel to stand back-to-back in the center of a chalk circle. “To tie a knot is easy,” the priestess chanted, her voice growing deeper, echoing off the stone walls. “To tear it apart requires the breaking of the thread.”

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

The child's body became more wounded and her body was full of blood because of the wound caused by the devil on the child's body. "Ahhhhhhhhh ....! Ahhhhhh ....! Ahhhh ....!" Repeated screams of the girl because of the pain that frightened everyone outside. The man was still doing what he was doing and praying over and over. "This body is mine ...! Her soul is mine ..! The devil shouted." "You can't take that girl.!" The man cried out and resumed her prayer. The devil is already in pain so he loses his mind and tries to get out of bondage. The wind in the room grew stronger and the rope on the child's hand was removed.

The trading of tongue was passionate and confusingly soothing, in contrast with the woman's usually rough personality. This was no action to calm their libidos; it was an almost innocent way to seal the agreement they'd silently made. Or maybe he was the only one who saw it that way. His breathing rate doubled when he felt teeth bite his lower lip and hands ruffle with his hair. That made him break the contact to look at her with a frown; a confused, helpless frown displaying desire in his eyes. It was time to steal that control she had before now. This time, he pushed her gently so her back laid upon the grass, and she hadn't blinked once before his lips stole hers again, exploring, seizing

Azrael felt as though he was staring directly into the heart of creation itself—a feeling of wonderment that left him breathless. And then there were the candles. Every single one of them had been magically infused with an intense red glow, the light flickering gently over their wicks like fiery eyes reflecting the fireflies. The scent of burning cinnamon and cloves mingled together to create a sweet fragrance that seemed to emanate from the candles themselves. The candles were placed at strategic points in the garden, some in the ground, some hanging from vines, and others dangling between trelliswork. The entire garden glowed in the candlelight as if the Cerulean sun had dipped behind the

It was so much different from this horror but I became a victim. He looked at me sobbing helplessly and stripped before him and he smirked wickedly. “Spread your legs and pleasure yourself." "I… I can't." My voice cracked. I had cried so much that my voice was sagged. In an instant, he raised my head with the tip of his gun. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, Pretty face. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW." --- Part One: Knots & Tie. ‘I am a Victim.’

The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting. "Helppp!" I tried to shout, but again, what came out of my mouth were just muffled sounds. "Naughty angel won't listen to me? Okay then---" All of a sudden, I felt a searing pain in my nape, he bit me! His teeth dug in so deep in my skin. Tears left my eyes as I couldn't handle what he was doing to me.

After years of sponsorship, my family raised nothing but an ingrate. Since he turned out to be a heartless ingrate, there was no reason for me to be nice. I bought a bottle of paraquat and mixed it into the alcohol. Under the pretense of apologizing, I knocked on Timothy's door and drank with him all night. Halfway through, he seemed to notice something was wrong. "Why does this liquor taste strange?" He put the glass down and examined it carefully, but it was already too late. The poison took effect. He started foaming at the mouth.

For one strange second, neither of us spoke. His expression didn't change. Mine probably did. Because this wasn't what I'd expected. He wasn't old. He wasn't the grey-haired businessman I'd imagined. He couldn't have been more than twenty-eight. Maybe thirty. He stood. Tall. Much taller than me. His gaze swept over me, not lingering long enough to make me uncomfortable, but long enough to let me know he'd noticed everything. "So," he said calmly. "You're Alessia." His voice was deep.

He inserts his tongue and kisses me passionately. Cain reaches out his hand to the small table and snatches something. He breaks off the kiss and starts running his kisses to my neck. He goes lower from my neck to my chest, my stomach. I turn my head and squeeze the pillow tightly when he reaches the lower part. He starts licking it. I shudder and moan in pleasure. His tongue is driving me insane. I pass my limit of ecstasy. I lose myself and moan rapidly. I can’t think of anything else beside his touch.