Devil Whispered In My Ear Novels & Stories

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.

Davina spoke into the darkness, definitely not finding this weird and creepy, or maybe she's used to it. The silence remained. "Please?" I could tell she was almost rolling her eyes. Then there was a gentle move, soon from the darkness appeared the devil himself. It was astonishing the way she knew exactly where he was in the fog of darkness. "What's she doing here?" His voice was deep, yet almost angelic but his eyes had a menacing gaze boring at me. Like he had a problem with me or my entire existence. I rolled my eyes. "Again Davina, do we need him?" I said, with a grave tone.

His voice shook as he recounted every detail—the ambush, the assassin with the blue case, the man who came for her, the brutal fight, and finally the message Lucian himself had delivered. Darius Veynar sat high upon a throne of black steel and glass, his expression carved from ice. He listened without interruption, every word pressing deeper into his silence. His jaw ticked. His fingers curled into fists on the armrests. When the guard finished, silence pressed thick and suffocating. And then— The roar.

My pulse roared in my ears as panic clawed its way up my throat. Before I could fully gather my thoughts, the door creaked open. And there he was. The devil himself. Erlan. He stepped into the room like he owned it, smiling that same unnervingly serene smile that always made my skin crawl. “Oh?” he said, his voice smooth, almost cheerful. “You’re awake! I was starting to worry that good-for-nothing had overdosed you. I was on the verge of calling a doctor.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was something precious instead of his victim. “How do you feel?”

I swear the man’s an age-old vampire. But all my plans went to naught when I heard his voice. “I know you’re in there, little Devil. Would you like me to use my key to come get you, or will you open up for me like a good girl?” Fuck….that voice. What the hell is he doing to me? All he needed to do was speak, and I would be completely at his mercy.

I mumbled angrily, flickering my gaze to his moist lips. He ignored my angry mumble, his smile dark and dangerous. "Listen V...." He brought his lips next to my ear "When you think clearly about the situation you are presently in...." He whispered softly but I knew the danger coming wouldn't be so gentle. "You won't have any choice than to make that deal with this devil" I shivered involuntarily at the firmness in every word, especially the last two words 'This devil' He is the devil and he knew that.

, DEVIL whispered his every word with so much intensity that made her scared and wet at the same moment. .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

Mr Devil with a whole lie said, walking into the room. His cologne was the first thing my nose sniffled, his voice the second my ear heard, and him— my gaze moved up, and I saw him.

I was restless for the whole day but a tweak in the door knob made me alert again. An average man dressed in an expensive suit walked in, with an inquisitive look. The girls shuffled themselves hiding against each other. I was curious to know who he was. As he walked in, looking directly at me. She came to whisper in my ear. “This is the devil, you should be scared.” Before I could reply to her, he stopped in front of me. Staring eye to eye.

That apathetic voice had a tinge of fear simmering in my gut. I timidly walked in, instantly meeting his silver blue eyes. I froze in place. Locking eyes with the Devil far longer than my lungs could bear. Still, I desperately awaited a gesture from him and ever so tauntingly, his lips widened to a smile. Not the smile he normally offers me. There was something lurking in those dead eyes, they hailed a silent warning, they told me something; "The Devil knows your sins." "You asked for me, father?" I spoke before the air could be drained from my lungs, standing in place like a statue. My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the tor