Devil Whispered In My Ear Novels & Stories

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

I said angrily and ended the call and threw my phone on my bed as tension-filled my whole being. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. The Devil: ‘A man can dream, Evelyn. And I will never stop dreaming of having you on your knees in front of me. But just so you know, I will never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I am a man of my word. But if in case you feel lonely and cold at night, I would be more glad to be of service and keep you warm.’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen.’

My breath got caught up in my throat. The Devil was looking at me with his intense piercing gaze. He took long strides towards me and stopped at an arm’s length. His eyes darkened as his gaze travelled down my body as he took in my appearance and licked his lips. I felt so nervous and squirmed under his gaze. It was hard not to get affected by him. He moved closer and whispered lowly in my ear, “Do I make you nervous?” “Not at all” I tried to say firmly. Suddenly, he cornered me to the wall placing both his hands on the either side of my head. Our bodies only inches apart and his silver eyes staring deeply into mine.

ADELINA'S POV Mikhail's gaze darkened, "You are ready to give yourself to save him. I must be the devil in your eyes....." He laughed as his eyes darkened. Mikhail whispered in my ear "Too bad I am indeed the devil. " His voice was melodic. I should be scared by now but my stomach strangely fluttered, the danger drew me in and made my folds clench with excitement.

I shut my eyes while hugging him, focusing on the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body. "You're always warm" I mumbled, almost drooling on him. "Yep , it's because I'm the devil" he responded . "You're secretly an angel" I whispered at him , holding my finger against my lips , signalling that it was a secret . "Oh yeah?" He sounded happier . "Yeah" I held him tighter

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

My mind spins as I try to make sense of this situation, but I find myself falling into a state of delirium. “I’m dreaming,” I say out loud. “This is another dream.” It would make sense. Have I not had dreams just like this one, where the voice is familiar but somehow wrong? “Come to me, Layla.” “N-no–” “Submit.” “No, I won’t.” A dark, cackling laugh cuts through the air. His voice rings through the room like a death knell. “I will have you, one way or another. I always do.”

“How can you be so sure?” Demetri smiles as he chuckles softly, “When you know, you know. It doesn't fade, and the connection grows as time passes. I can feel my wife's emotions even though she's back home. Tell me, did you have any odd dreams or that recurring one of your parents' deaths?” “How did you know that I did, in the past, but not last night?” Demetri smirks, “I'm the Devil, Misha.” “Shit, sorry!” I blush.

The first crack reached her feet. She smiled sadly. "I wish we had more time." "So do I." She leaned forward. She kissed my forehead. Warmth flooded through me. A single word echoed inside my soul. Not spoken. Remembered. "Vaelith." Power exploded through my body. The white world shattered. I opened my eyes. The valley returned. Everyone was still there. But only a heartbeat had passed. The Devourer stood exactly where it had been. Its expression had changed. For the first time...