Novel & Cerita Dream About Devil Chasing Me

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

Devon's point of view "Can you tell me who you are?" I inquired of the girl. To whom I was following. Her face was blurry as she continued to trek through the forest's undergrowth. I tried to grab her wrist, but she swerved away from me once more. I gripped her waist as she came to a halt and spun her around. She transforms into a twenty-foot-long enormous Werewolf and attacks me with her mouth open. I became afraid of her and stubbed my toes. I fall off the cliff screaming for rescue before she can catch me. "Devon, Devon," said a voice, jolting me back to reality and jolting me out of my nightmare. I took a big breath and exhaled slowly, knowing it wasn't true. "You had the same dream agai

He could get a cuddle from the devil in hell for all I cared. I gave the Lycan King one final, lingering look. The man who was supposed to be my mate. The man who had promised to protect me, and then handed me right back to my abusers. I memorized the line of his spine, the dark mess of his hair, burying the image deep in the vault of my mind so I could use it to fuel my hatred when the nights in the wilderness got too cold. Without another word, I turned the heavy iron handle, slipped through the gap, and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

Maybe a little of both. I could pass out all night no matter what was going on but I didn't sleep well. I would wake up in the morning remembering every twisted dream I had which felt like being trapped in the twilight zone for days not just the few hours I was asleep. Tonight, I would get some peaceful shut eye because my devil was next to me to chase away the crazy. ———

He said with a soulless grin before turning to leave. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying my best not to cry. I’m here in this place that I don’t know with a man who is literally known as the devil. Something tells me refusing to see Diego Fernandez will do me no good, I’m already weak from everything I have been through, and I don’t think I can take anymore. I followed the man to Diego. I knocked. “Come in.” A voice answered. I know that voice, it belongs to Diego, the Devil. I walked in alone, the man that had accompanied me walked away.

The sound of dragging chains reverberates around us, and more sparks light up the ground, looking like metal chains dragged on pavement, sparking and popping off little embers. I take off, running toward the demon. This is just a dream…he can’t hurt me, right? The smell of brimstone fills my nostrils, and the red sparks are fading fast. They’re gone by the time I get to them. “Dammit,” I mutter, dropping down to my knees. I push leaves away, looking for something—anything—that will let me know why the hell I keep coming back here.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

I feel the urge to scream, but I block the hollers at my throat. I snatch myself out of his grip with the speed of a deer that just slipped from the mouth of a ravenous lion. I roll out of my bed to the opposite side, appalling the fuck out of this devil. His gruff cynical gaze on me sends more shivers to the ones I already had from that bewildering dream, amounting to a volcano of atrocity.

Sighing, I finally relent. "Okay, fine," I respond. Her face breaks into a satisfied smile. I take deep breaths to calm my racing heart, rubbing my clammy hands on my nightgown. Finally, I speak, unable to meet her eyes. "The truth is, I've been having strange dreams and visions, hearing voices, and thinking thoughts that aren't my own. I suspect it's connected to this ancient tribe of devil-worshipping witches—the Astria tribe." And just like that, I've said it. There's no going back now.

It was a message from the devil himself, Shea. 'Devon, do you believe in the supernatural?' I nearly choked on my popcorns when I read the message. I hesitated before typing a reply. 'Yeah I guess' His reply popped up on the screen of my phone, shortly. 'Call me crazy but I've been seeing things. Things that I don't understand' I desperately wanted to ignore his messages but I couldn't. 'What have you been seeing?' 'I have strange dreams. I've been dreaming about you. Can I ask you something?'