Hiding In The Devil's Bed Novels & Stories

I wake up alone. The bed next to me is empty. Cold. Like no one was ever there. For a second I think I dreamed it. Then I sit up and realize I'm naked. In Lennon's cabin. In his bed. Oh my god. I slept with Lennon Cross. THE Lennon Cross. My boss. I scramble out of bed. Find my clothes scattered across the floor. Pull them on with shaking hands. What did I do? What did we do? This is a disaster. A complete disaster.

“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.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Someone was sniffing on my bed, or rather, on my hair. With further more concentration, I registered an arm laying over my stomach. Then I felt the tiniest movement from my right, as if some creature was nuzzling my neck. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the arm that was still holding me. When the arm didn't move itself from my point of vision, I trailed my eyes up the arm and shifted slightly, coming face to face with a devil who was sniffing my hair in his sleep. My eyes narrowed further. This particular devil looked cute, at least he did in his sleep, with his long eyebrows fanning his cheeks and his lips pursed like a baby. But that did not mean he could sleep ne

" The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted. She moved back frantically from him. He was the devil, the man feared by all. He was the man that the newscaster talk about every week. The man who owned the world to himself and the man whose real name was hidden from the world was identified by the name, The Devil. She messed with the devil. Thinking about that made a shiver run through her spine, made her leg shake slightly, and made her bowel churn, pressing her hand on her stomach so she won't release the liquid that is threatening to leave her body.

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.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Dalton I sealed my fate by telling her this. I can feel the shadows beginning to crowd the room as I step toward her, reaching out to her, looking at her for what could be the last time. I made a deal with the devil in her name. I signed it with blood. I was tricked. I failed to protect her.

I muttered, exhaling the breath I had been holding in. “It's nothing. The DEVIL isn't that cruel……”. She hung her low immediately,when a loud ABC ease striking sound reverberated through the walls of the room. “I can see you're awake, Valerie. Mm wey me downstairs,at the guest lounge. I have a few things to discuss with you before taking you back to the night blaze pack”. The DEVIL had been watching me even in my sleep, because….. “That's how he's. He has cameras mounted all over the house….”

It became an ordinary routine for Devon to hide all his wounds underneath his shirt and masking his vulnerable form with a cheerful and flirty personality. "So that girl cancelled the marriage Huh! She's not as bad as I imagined her to be. Interesting! So flowers it is!" Devon left the place smiling as he made his way to his car. He knew his father so well that he already has a spare shirt in his car. Meanwhile "I'm going in first." Ashton said through his ear piece as he entered the semi constructed building which was told that it was the secret hideout of the gang. Staying extremely alert as his both hands held his gun and his his index finger stayed on the trigger.