I Met The Devil Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let her. I am the devil. This is my hell and I am crazily obsessed with this angel that I have trapped. Even the devil was defeated once only if he knew his own actions will be his miserable downfall. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians I purple You.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The answer is simple, that night I was drunk as a cow. Tears begin to flow uncontrollably as chaos breaks out throughout my body. I want to die, I swear to God the idea of ​​taking the same gun I shot my kidnapper with and shooting myself in the temple is very tempting. Devil lets out a deep shriek of pain, standing up suddenly, and I run to him, wiping the wetness from my cheeks. I've kissed him… twice! and… I liked it. "Don't touch her," he gasps, shaking his head from side to side as I hold him by the shoulders. "Do not touch her!"

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.

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.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

Once I am under the warm spray I just hold my head up under it and let the water rain down on my skin. I once read something that said the devil is drawn to those that can be easily manipulated. I believed it now , had Carnage been drawn to me. Had he sensed how lonely I was , how depraved I was and had he seen an easy target. One he could charm with such little effort.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Swiftly I nod while I tremble. “Good, now be a good girl and come here, the sun is still up, so we can get started, we have a long…. The night ahead of us Vida," the devil tells. Now I understand, it is true that the devil doesn't bargain.