Devil Whispered In My Ear Novels & Stories

The resounding reverberation of Elijah's laughter echoed relentlessly throughout his place, a heartless symphony that taunted my despair. When our gazes met, I no longer recognized the man I had once adored, only an unfamiliar figure consumed by malevolence and a distorted fixation. "You're a devil!" I exclaimed. "Please, my dear, do not test my patience any further," he whispered, his voice filled with a sinister undertone. "Like what I said If you wish to lay eyes on your son again, you will obey my every command."

“Goddess, it's all I've wanted since I was small enough to understand...” “Then find her, Callista, tell her-” But Qaetanya doesn't get to finish her sentence, because I hear the devil's voice calling me. “Wake up, Callista, wake up!” Startled, I awake. My head swirls from the vertigo of the sudden moment, and my heart races. I feel the presence of the deviless within me, her soul buzzing with mine. Trying to catch my breath, and I glance at the devil who is standing next to my bed.

No, he must have whispered insidious suggestions into her ears, like a serpent in paradise, leading her astray. “Are you talking about me?” A deep, unsettling voice slithered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Without thinking, I blurted out, “No, I’m talking about that devil, Ryker,” before the chilling realization struck me: someone was in my room, sitting on my bed, right behind me. A wave of goosebumps erupted across my skin, and a scream tore from my throat. But before it could fully escape, the "devil" lunged forward, a strong hand clamping over my mouth.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

So dark..so deep the secrets that you keep…. __________________________________ I was blushing hard..controlling my heart rate..the way he was looking at me..I was feeling beautiful..from inside. Closing my eyes..I imagined his face..his smiling face..and traced my fingers on his cheeks..his lips...his neck..his shoulder.. Suddenly, I heard a coughing sound..in the background. I opened my eyes and looked at Mr Devil standing in front of me..looking at my blushing face..I wanted to hide myself from embarrassment.

His voice is roaring like thunder spreading his arms wide open as the cool breeze crawls over my entire body making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "How is that even possible?" Terror streaked through me that my eyes widened with alarm and feared to close my eyes. "Nobody can lift my curse except for..." Terror choked me and stole my words. "Don't you get it up until now you don't know who I am?" He gleamed at me, and I can see hell in his eyes. "Y-you are the Devil," I stutter.

I titter at his audacity and run the tip of my tongue along my top teeth. “Last night, I made a deal with the devil, and I am willing to pay the price with my soul to break it.” I stab my finger into the hard wall of his chest. “I don't belong to you because you never belonged to me. Don Valentino belongs to no one!!” I snarl, feeling livid, “now leave before I scream bloody murder.” I turn away from him, turning the doorknob, and his hand encloses mine. His hard body brushes up against my back, his lips touch the shell of my ear and a violent growl vibrates from his chest.

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"Tell me what happened tonight, Daddy." She moans out as I ram my cock deep inside of her pussy, making her body jolt and a moan shout from her throat. I rub two fingers over her clit, soaking them in her arousal so they'll slide right in her ass easily. I hammer into her pussy violently, smacking against her so hard it echoes loudly throughout the air as I lower my head, grit my teeth, and whisper into her ear. "You have no fucking idea who I am, little one... I told you I was the fucking devil and I meant it."