My Inner Demons Ava Novels & Stories

He was shaken upon seeing this woman. “Thea?” He was stunned. Sitting in this place for countless ages to dilute everything with time, he had almost forgotten Thea. Now, she reappeared. “It's the Inner Demon.” James instantly understood. It was not that Thea had truly appeared, but rather his Inner Demon surfacing. Despite time’s ability to dilute everything, the image of Thea was etched in the deepest recesses of his mind and soul. As the moment of forgetfulness approached, the Inner Demon emerged. Specifically, the primal desire within his heart appeared. His instinct led him to remember and recall rather than to forget.

But your grudge against Delon, your hatred for those who belittle you makes you close tightly to your feelings, 'Ava said again. Suddenly I howled, and my body turned into a half-wolf. There are fine hairs that I feel out around my body. The sharp claws made me surprised unexpectedly, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my own body 'you let go of your emotions, and you have to realize I'm with you,' Ava explained. I was transfixed in front of the mirror with tears streaming down my cheeks. The form I saw in the mirror slapped me hard enough. ********

“Someone with divine blood, connected to me and Damon. Someone strong enough to help us shoulder the weight.” Ava’s eyes widened. She shook her head, a defiant look hardening her features. “No. Absolutely not. Misha, I’m not a goddess of the hearth and home. I am part demon. I have enjoyed giving mortals a different perspective. You know this. I did this before we learned who we truly are. I don’t do cosmic repair work! That is leagues above my pay grade.” “There is no one else,” Damon stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You assumed that role when we killed Atropos. You joined Misha and me. You are who we need.”

Cum and my own slick coated his still-hard cock, glistening obscenely. “On your knees,” he snarled. I dropped instantly, robe and shirt forgotten. The Persian rug was soft under my knees as I took him into my mouth without hesitation—tasting both of us, salty and musky and filthy. Damien fisted my hair, fucking my throat in deep, brutal strokes. “Look at you,” he growled, voice rough. “My daughter’s innocent best friend choking on daddy’s cock like a trained whore. Swallowing every drop of the mess we made. This is what you are now, Ava. My secret fucktoy. My obsession.”

Ava said making me frown "Ava be nice! "Justina scolded shyly while ava scoff turning her face to the other side I don't think she likes me that much "That's enough, can we now talk about why she is awake and healthy without any complications? "Justin asked making me frown "Why I am healthy???I don't understand, what's going on??? "I asked looking at Angela but she just sighed "Don't freak out.... but we think the demons have a drop of ur blood! "She said and I stared at her confused

Exquisite diversions, fleeting pleasures that held my attention for as long as their novelty lasted – which was rarely long. Then she walked into my carefully orchestrated world, a storm in a deceptively fragile teacup. Ava Sinclair. Just the sound of her name now sent a tremor of something dark and volatile through me. My fists were clenched so tightly that the sharp edges of my manicured nails dug crescents into my palms, a thin line of crimson welling beneath the skin. My jaw throbbed, a constant reminder of the primal fury that simmered just beneath the surface. Her voice, that defiant, accusing melody, echoed in the hollow chambers of my skull, a siren’s call leading me not to salvation

and immediately I read that, my inner demons (Yes, I have inner demons, they kill me anytime am weak, they feed on my despair, and cause more, how shitty is that? My inner demons that had been tormenting me every now, and then awoke again "And you really think he might be serious about you, hahaha" I heard a voice, it's loud, and it's mocking me, but I knew that won't be the only one, cause there were more "You foolish little psycho, can't you see that he is hesitating?"

"I don’t think you mind." She slapped his hand away, jaw trembling with fury and something else. "You’re insane." "You say that like it’ll stop me." He stepped closer. Ava backed into the vanity, her bare skin prickling with awareness. "You think about me," he murmured. "When you touch yourself at night." Her face flushed. "I don’t." "Liar." He cupped her chin, and this time she didn’t pull away. His fingers were rough, calloused, hands that had done hard things. Dangerous things.

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

Asha returning Blood’s smirk with one of her very own evil grins made the entity shiver. There was something truly menacing about an angelic soul choosing to mirror the face of evil intentions. She hadn’t seen it as good or evil, just a natural reaction to being in the presence of someone who brought out her desire to act on her more deviant behaviors. With Young she always seemed so ready to lean into the intrusive thoughts that amplified in his presence. From his perspective, she’d always thrown him off guard when she showed that side of herself. Looking at her through demons eyes shifted his perspective entirely and revealed a side of her he was sure even she wasn’t aware of.