Dream Of The Devil Novels & Stories

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

A blinding, suffocating dark haze violently clouded his entire vision, entirely replacing the terrifying hyper-lucidity with a deeply lethal, highly toxic delirium. He violently collapsed completely backward entirely into the freezing, deep sludge. He didn't actively possess the microscopic strength to completely fight it anymore. The empire was entirely ashes. As the terrifying, freezing black sludge violently filled his actively bleeding mouth, the complete, absolute darkness finally, violently swallowed the legendary Devil of Dalal Street entirely whole.

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.

"Glad you asked. From my knowledge, it was a cursed forest where any supernatural power doesn't work. From what I heard, the trees in the dark forest were nicotine-brown and alive; those orcs were gobbling meat and grinding on bone. Gloomy scrubs hid dangerous creatures such as trolls and dark beasts." From Eve’s books, it says that the devil's forest was the land of illusion and would give you disorientation, which was part of the dark enchantment, part of the desire of the devil's wilderness, to lose one's humanity. When all this becomes madness and one's mind can no longer cope, one becomes feral, and any compassion is gone. Someone's mind would be clouded with hatred and darkness. The de

I whispered, though the tremor in my words betrayed the lie. His gaze didn’t shift. “You screamed like someone was killing you, or tried to kill you. Did you have a nightmare?” he said flatly, his tone holding no softness. “And with the way you're acting, I ask you, was it me?” The question sliced through me. He truly was the devil. He saw right through everything. “I..” My mouth went dry. “It was just a dream.” “Was it me?” he asked again, but this time, his voice was low, dangerous.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

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.’