Satan Lover Novels & Stories

“The god fed on a bond. A forbidden love. But the same bond could reverse the curse… if both sacrifice something.” John swallowed hard. “What do we sacrifice?” The altar cracked again. From the tunnel, the god’s face emerged distorted, burning, monstrous. “I can feel you,” it hissed. “Give me the heart, and I will spare the others.” Sarah stared at John. “If I give up our bond, it dies with me. But if we both offer something greater our memories, our names, our entire love we could trap it again.” John looked at her, heart breaking. “We’d lose each other forever.”

“One of them was a spoilt rich princess, she had a vendetta against one of the Winchester brothers, Sinnett Winchester, but she didn’t want to get her hands dirty with vengeance. The second guy I asked for help…well he’s a psychopath and he didn’t have time to hear me out.” “This psychopath. How much power does he have? How far does his hate go? What would he be willing to do to the Winchesters if I approached him with my plan?” “Ma’am, if you think Ryat Winchester is a monster, then this guy makes Ryat look like a saint. He either listens to your plan or he kills you right there. There’s no in between.” I could work with someone like that. I’ve killed someone too and I’m not above doing it

Ma'am, please choose me instead of the one you chose earlier. I know this might sound like backbiting but I feel sorry for myself too. I shrugged my shoulders as I disengaged from her hug. None of them wants to play with me. They call me ugly because of the scar on my face. They are all mean to me and avoid me like I have an infectious disease and I'm always alone with no one to talk to. I said sitting on the floor while hugging my legs and allowing more tears to flow.

But as I lifted the phone back, my fingers worked on the keyboard without my permission. Me: I want to see you. I sent and watched the seconds tick down fast. B: We are bound by terms and conditions. I rolled my eyes at his reply. Me: Fuck them, haven't you ever been a bad boy before? I sent and couldn't recognize my own message. B: No, I haven't. I prefer to be “boring” as someone graciously called me. That did it, I burst out laughing, dropping the phone as I rolled on the bed.

" As she spoke, she raised her hand to take an oath. "Back then, I made an impulsive mistake by bringing up a divorce, and I only realized how much you meant to me after you jumped. I swear that if I ever cheat on you again, may lightning strike me dead." Dawn's oaths meant absolutely nothing to me anymore. I took a deep breath and looked at her. "Dawn, you and I are completely over." From this moment on, we would never cross paths again.

Shall I send some of my boys to fetch her back, or will you bring her yourself? Xavier snarled, ‘Either way, she’s getting a fucking whipping when I get my hands on her, fucking ungrateful bitch needs to learn obedience before I hand her over to Samuel Morningstar.’ Maverick went cold. Morningstar was the Leader of Satan's disciples, a notorious MC coven that practised devil worship and treated its female members like slaves. They had no standing in their MC; all they were used for was sex, and he was heavily into human trafficking. Any woman foolish enough to fall into their clutches was used and quickly sold on for a healthy profit.

“Hahaha! Powers, which you’ve already tied up. I am Satan, the king of hell, who defeated your uncountable sons, including Lucifer, before winning the throne. I would still be king without them. Tie me ‘Bael.’ “Satan,” the figure angrily soared to Satan, but Satan already vanished from hell. ★★★ Isabella was in her room, eating the ice cream that she had ordered the butler when he came to serve food. In front of her, the television was on and there was an advertisement running, where a certain woman was modeling for Luther’s industry, and the whole advertisement was based on the same script she had. That’s when her tears rolled down, and she turned off the television. “It’s because of her. D

Elbert made no move to stop her this time. •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• The room was dark, but the soul who lay on the bed without sleeping was burning up with fire in his lions. Darius was trying to quench the flame that the Luna’s daughter had ignited in him. She had been so beautiful, and heavenly. He shouldn’t think about her because she was a werewolf, and the problems they had were still there. But, still, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see her, touch her and love her.

Satan picked up the call after two rings and hummed. "Man, you are forcing your wife. Satan, she is your woman, and you need to respect her." Christopher was not someone who beat around the bush. "So, my little lamb told Selene. " Satan laughed out loud- thundering laughter. "Guess what? I have to teach her a good lesson." With that said, Satan cut the call. Christopher looked at the blank screen with tensed brows. ******* Lovelies, I will return in a while. Stay tuned!

demon:- okay I understand you didn't do anything just watch them and have fun, but I want to see my mother, she worshipped you I want to see her Satan:- what are you talking about, she was a believer in god, that why she go to god and those who worshipped me will come to me, all those people are you going to kill will become my food and make me stronger. demon:- so you want to eat their soul so you are letting them die since they are your followers, you want soul then take mine and wake her up. Satan:- I like your offer but you are a follower of god, I can't take your soul, and without consideration, I am not going to give anything, her life is in god hands.