Ensnared By The Devil's Embrace Novels & Stories

"I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't they be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

the man said and point his gun at me making me smirks. "it seems you don't know who iam,you shouldn't have took what is mine,am the devil himself,"I said and he instantly kneel down. "my lord,I didn't take anything from you,"he said shakingly. "you still have the mind to lie to myself,"I yelled. "am saying the truth,"he replied. "there is one thing which I hate the most is being lied to and also you shouldn't have taken what is mine,"I said and shot him brutally.

"It doesn't." He reached out, slow enough that I could pull away if I wanted to, and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. His fingers were warm against my cold skin, and I felt something in my chest crack open at the gentleness of it, more gentleness than I'd expected from a man everyone called the Devil. "I don't know how to do this," he said. "Any of it. Being someone you can trust after everything that connects us." "Neither do I."

Damian sat in his study with a wine glass in hand. His eyes stare blankly at the documents scattered across the desk, but his mind is not on numbers or business strategy. He was replaying the plan he had laid out years ago-make the girl fall in love with him, break her down by leaving her, then watch her fall apart, just like his mother had. Damian clenched his fists until his books turned white. "I can't lose focus," he muttered. "Yara is just a tool. She must pay for her family's sins." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden anger.

In the comforting darkness, I navigated towards my bed, my body moving with a familiar ease. “That vile creature,” I whispered into the quiet, a scowl forming on my face as I thought of the devil who had corrupted our Head Nun. Surely, it wasn't our Head Nun who had initiated such a sin. No, he must have whispered insidious suggestions into her ears, like a serpent in paradise, leading her astray.

He chuckles making his chest vibrate. "Let me tell you a story. " This make her look up at him. He looks back . The various lights from the carnival make his eyes sparkle. "There was a devil ,you know an evil person.Then he saw an angel and wanted to have her. No cage her! he waited for many years to have her in his cage. He watched her to age into a beautiful girl. he watched her from far away! The devil inside of him couldn't wait anymore and was always planning to cage her , possess the angel. So he went with the plan to bring her in his dark cage and never let her go!"