Dreams About The Devil Novels & Stories

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

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house. I brought myself back to reality. He was not human. He was not kind. He was not safe. Whatever I thought I saw in his eyes, whatever warmth I imagined in the way he looked at me, it was not real. He was a devil. And devils did not love. They only possessed. The drive back to Vercelli was silent. He sat across from me in the car. His hands were still bloody. Dried now, cracking on his knuckles. His shirt was torn. There was a cut on his forehead that he had not noticed. Blood had dried in a line from his brow to his jaw.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

He’s like a freakin’ robot. I don't know if it’s just me, but he looks really scared of Cole. Not like scared, scared. There’s just something about his eyes that is submissive to Cole. Like he’s the boss or something. That's very unlike him. I remember they even had an argument back in prison. It was very intense… wait. Well, this is why it's called a dream, I guess? But I think I remember seeing him before I passed out before. Does that mean… Holy shit. Is this actually real? No. No. No. This can’t be, right? That’s fucked up. Real fucked up.

I said pointing at the direction of where I thought the pull was coming from. " They are probably fucking her," she said and I raised my brows in confusion, I don't know what she was talking about. " Someone is fucking who," I asked as I picked up my underwear slipping my foot into it. " I saw her with a Bartender at the night club." I growled as a furious rage took over my senses, I feared that I couldn't control my anger as I felt my demon taking over my body and soul. I quickly wore my shirt and pants before teleporting my self to the direction of the pull ignoring the voice of Kathy who was nagging and ranting.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

"Are you sure? I mean, don't you think we are in trouble?" "What do you mean?" Right. She can't blame him, can she? He may not even be aware of what is going on. "I had a dream where I think I'm in hell." For a split second, Alex looked shocked but maybe she just hoped he is shocked so she wouldn't feel like she is in the dark again. "Yeah, I know you may think I'm crazy but I saw the devil. He mentioned something about finding...looking for something like...it is a glass ball." Much as she tried to explain, her memories of the dream kept fading.