Michael Jackson Demon Novels & Stories

Demon held Amber's hand and took her to her private room. Amber's heart was beating fast wondering what was going to happen next. The lights of that room were very bright and there was a chair in the middle and a pole was placed in front of it. Amber was just looking here and there when the demon sat on the chair and said “Get started.” Amber got very scared and said “What should I do?” Demon looked at Amber and said seriously “Your job is just to please me and for this you will get a lot of money, you are a woman and I am sure you know how to please a man very well.”

Make you want them sexually, that has to be what this is. A sound breaks the trance we have, both jerking our heads back toward the crappy motel. There in the doorway of his room, stands Otis. I dash up there, desperate to keep him alive. I grab him, and in an instant I’ve darted into the air. A heavy hand is however attached to my leg, and I look down to see none other than the demon clinging on. Dante half laughs, he’s too impressed. Otis tries to move in my arms, until he sees that we’re now literally a hundred feet in the air.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

‘A resourceful fool, Your Evilness,’ Malachi jeered in Julius’ mind. Julius’ hand flicked backwards, and the carving knife on the nearby table floated into his grasp. He stood over Reed’s body, his expression cold and devoid of any remorse. The demon appeared beside him, short and sturdy, its form crackling with dark energy. Julius began chanting, calling ancient forces to restore the strength Arlen had taken. His voice was low and sharp, the words twisting the air, filling the room with a sense of dread. The ritual called for the heart of his victim. Toward the end of the incantation, Julius would carve it out and consume it.

Was he some celebrity I was supposed to know? “He is standing right beside you,” I turned to my side and sure enough there was a six point something feet tall Korean Greek God looking down at me with a million-dollar smile tagging on his bottom lip. “Holly?” I raised my gaze to meet his dark brown eyes, looking down at me. “Joon,” I muttered in recognition. “I didn’t know we were in the same class,” he said. For some reason the entire lecture hall fell silent and I could feel everyone’s hard gaze digging holes all over my body. Ugh! I hated attention. It gave me nerves and despite being someone from a popular family, I still couldn’t stand too much attention.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

The noise alerted Ethan and I could hear his approaching footsteps. I had to hurry. The door handle started to rattle. "Verena! What are you doing! Open this door!" Ethan's voice boomed. I waited till Marcus was in the perfect position. I jumped the same time Ethan bust through the door. My limps flailed for a few seconds I was free falling before I landed in Marcus's outstretched arms. He lost his balance and we both fell over. "Nice catch." I said sarcastically. He gave me glare.

He looked at me and said, ''Demon! Ban: Demon??..... Yes I am a demon indeed. And if you don't want the face of a demon to be the last thing you see before you die I suggest you cooperate and tell me where the passage to the basement is? ''Like hell we will let you pass that easy, Demon. Don't think we will give up without a fight.'' shouted the other Exorcists in the room. They were high ranking one but it seems like their boss is not here. He could be down there. I should hurry up too.

“Oh, I know a few,” Demon replied, that mischievous smirk still on his face and had now creeped into his tone. “Don Hilton’s is a good place to go. Very nice place if you want to impress a girl.” “Thank you, Demon,” I said, and in a carefree tone I added, “Now, keep your eyes on the road before you crash us both.” Demon let out a loud burst of laughter. I smiled, making absolutely no effort to repress how happy I was.

There's this fire that rises inside me, ready to incinerate everything and everyone in my way. I peep through the gap in the door and notice that Michael's still stroking himself, his movements hot and sexy. Despite my anger that he's doing it for someone else, I feel my pussy humming. I pant hard, watching him. I don't ever think any man can stand up to Shark. He's every bit the demon kids are told to hide from and the sex god that lures women in without so much as lifting a finger. His body shudders, and a ribbon of jizz spills from his piss tip, flushing onto the floor.