Hiding In The Devil's Bed Novels & Stories

Confusion and intrigue entwined within me as I tried to decipher what Afael was hinting at. With a sigh, I decided to stop dwelling on it for the moment. I needed clarity, time to process everything that had happened. I walked towards my room, longing for a break and some calmness. The soft tinkling of my pajamas as I hung them in the closet broke the room's silence. I settled in, trying to push the complicated revelations of the night out of my mind. However, every attempt to clear my head only generated more unanswered questions. • Under the cloak of darkness, the stillness of the night became unsettling. Every rustle of the branches hitting the window resonated like an ominous echo in my

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

The truth was beginning to emerge, and it pointed towards something far more troubling than anyone had initially suspected. Cassie searched other corners of the room thinking, "are these the only packets hidden by that maid? I asked her to hide these safely, she said she hid only under the pillow, then how come these are found in flower vases too? The packet seems different from what I brought, that means, she must be using drugs for a long time." Holding the both packets in her hand, Cassie rushed downstairs, Robert who was waiting downstairs impatiently inquired, "did you find anything Cassie?"

After that, I got to the bed and tried to sleep. Suddenly, a knock came on my door. The door opens and saw Devon on his comfortable silk pajamas while showing his hard muscles all over his torso and biceps. I widened my eyes. "W-what are you doing here?" I got up, confused. "I'll sleep here." "What?! Devon, spare me this night, will you?" "Don't cross the line, Gwy. I'm not talking about séx. I'm just here to sleep." He suddenly jumped to my bed and lay on the other side, unminding my presence.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Damn Maldov, Charles thought as he nipped his bottom lip, Olivia should’ve never found out about his going to jail, he chuckled softly instead, “Maldov is a liar. You should know that.” She knew he was lying. Alex Maldov was the devil himself but he had no reason to lie, all of a sudden her every perfect and loving father changed in her eyes—he was a man who kept secrets, dangerous secrets she intended on finding out one way or another. “We can talk about your plan later. I just want to be alone.” He nodded and got up, just then Marco came into the room, “The ceremony is ready ma’am. Mr Maldov wants you to have these.”

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.

A pain greater than the one I felt around the skin that pumped out heavy blood. I tried to get up, go to her, but I was bleeding heavily. So I just slipped to the floor again, falling against the barrel I’d used as my shield. No, no, no. I need to get up, and now. “Aha!” Dominik’s voice penetrated my thoughts. “There you are. Hiding in the shadows, aren’t you?” My camouflage had been exposed. He found his way to me, flickering the torch in my face. “What did I say, mate?” he crooned as he scooted down to hold my glare. “There’s only one way this would end, and I hope you can see that end right now.”