Hiding In The Devil's Bed Novels & Stories

and pride. “Tri-loca,” he murmured against her ear, before kissing her neck. “I warned you, getting into the Devil's bed meant burning, baby.” Aylin couldn't speak. She just moaned like a woman who had just been ravaged. Because she had been.

Yet, Micheal bravely came to ask The Devil for his help. “Mr. Xander?” Micheal tremblingly called his name. “Where is she?” The Devil half growled with his low husky tone. “In your room, Mr. Xander.” The Devil only glanced at Cheyne who gave a small nod. Without uttering words, The Devil walked inside the suite and locked the door. Once he stepped inside, he smelled something he had been waiting for a hundred years.

Theon “Well,” I say as I sit on the bed. The devil is invisible again, but I can feel his presence hovering just below the ceiling, watching me. It's been a few minutes since the altercation outside ended with the devil literally getting me out of it. I can still hear the commotion outside, the pack demanding my death. “That happened.”

Now if I was a full on psycho hiding my kidnapped girl, where would I hide her, Devil has no loyalties, that means she’s not with anyone, she must be on some neutral ground, one where no one would try to kill her, she’s smart, that’s for sure. I got out of the town, I drove away, knowing it’s somewhere else, somewhere far away, I kept driving, I drove for about an hour out of the town, now this wasn’t any of my territory nor the Irish. I'm in a place that has no claim on it, that’s where I would take Elle if I kidnapped her, but where would Devil hide her. I decided to make a call to one of the police officers that are on my payroll, I have those everywhere. I gave the guy the fake name of D

Tessa’s breath hitched. Zayne chuckled, shifting gears. "Hear that, princess? The devil’s waiting." The car sped into the night.

And I was fine with that, because it was better to be unwanted than to be trapped. Caterina wiped her face and groaned. “Why couldn’t I have been promised to someone normal? Not the Moretti twins. Everyone calls them devils for a reason. One of them is supposed to be cold hearted, the other… God, they say he’s worse,” She shuddered like she just imagined something terrible. “I’m going to end up buried in their cellar, aren’t I?” I crossed my arms. “You don’t know that.” “All done. I’m going to check up on the event planners now. Don’t get any ideas, Caterina. Be downstairs in five minutes.” I scolded, not wanting to get punished again for her actions.

Pulling over at the tiny garage of the cabin, I got out of the car with the speed of lightning. I banged on the door impatiently, seconds later, the door flew open. Sage appeared, with a disgusting smile on her face. " You came!" She beamed. The devil in me, the dark side of me, wanted to lock the doors and windows, take her to the bathroom in the pretence that I cared and then drown her in the bathtub. That's how desperate I was, plus she brought it upon herself the moment she drugged me. Do it! Do it!

But so did the warning she’d heard from the prisoner: The devil hides his secrets in silk and shadows. If Dante was hiding things from her, could she risk trusting him with this? Her whisper barely carried in the vault, but it shook her to the core: “Who is betraying whom?”

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

**** The warehouse was an abandoned Dream High Group warehouse with a large basement inside. The person that Henry caught was sitting in the corner, and someone threw a water pot on his head. He suddenly awakened and asked, “Who are you?” Looking around, the men shivered in terror. Two men were standing in front of him, one holding a bucket of water, and the other an electronic baton. One of the men sneered and then said rudely, “Ha! We are Devils. Welcome to hell, your **** We know everything about you, Rocky. And we know that you are **** **** drug addicted, who deliberately caused the car accident a few days earlier.”