Satan Is The Author Of Confusion Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Sophia’s POV My fingers were flying across the keyboard, heart hammering like a fucking drum while I whispered the words out loud, low and filthy, just to feel them in my mouth. “Her stepdad caught her typing those filthy stories and bent her over, shoving his thick cock into her soaked cunt without a word…” The door creaked open behind me and I froze, mid-sentence, pussy already tingling from my own dirty imagination. Robert stood there in the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered in his worn jeans and tight black t-shirt, looking for whatever tool he’d left behind earlier.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

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.

“That’s the weight of your sin. And the ecstasy of your surrender. Embrace it, little whore. Embrace your damnation. Your disgraceful cunt is leaking for it.” He continued to work her with the crucifix, his other hand sliding into her pussy, fingers plunging deep, stretching her. He fucked her with his fingers while the crucifix made her climax again and again, a raw, uncontrolled explosion of pleasure. The wet, slapping sound of his fingers inside her, combined with the rhythmic scrape of the cross, filled her ears. “Scream for your Father, Rose!” he commanded. “Scream for your damnation!”

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

’d continue to serve a God who killed my parents.” Roslyn grimaced and whimper upon hearing what David said. “I forbid ya to say that,” Roslyn said, standing to her feet. “A light has no function in the daytime, David; a beacon shines only when there is darkness. To discover the light that is within us, we must go through the darkness and when Christ said that he was the light of the world, he was not talking about an external light at the heart of the universe only.” David smiled fleetingly at Roslyn. “Ya still remember the book so well.” Roslyn slightly smiled and nodded her head in response. “I cannot forget Sr. Stanislaus spiritual reflections; ya used to be so in love with her books. I

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

This Satan. "What is this," I asked in anger. "Finally you are talking," he said in his mocking tone. He wants to take revenge on me for not talking with him in the car by bringing up these papers now. Is he for real? "I'm asking you what the hell is this," I asked with a set jaw while glaring at him. All my happiness of getting the power of attorney papers was taken away from me like a flame from moths. How did I even think he would give me papers this easily and that too this fast without wanting anything in return? I'm a big fool to think he will give me what I want without tormenting me. Why I'm forgetting the fact that he is a satan of my life. He has taken birth on this earth just to c

Seth That was probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen. The confidence and authority in her was amazing. And of course the idiot I am I don't see it until it's to late. Commitment has never been my thing with girls and I was too busy focusing on keeping things casual that I never realized. Rolling around Bella's words in my head I can't come up with a single excuse for my behavior. I have known her my whole life and I know she doesn't sleep around. She is the most genuine person I know. I am such a fool; please be a way to fix this.