Sleeping With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

He growled, letting go of her arm. The young woman fell to the ground and began to back away even as her hands sank into the damp sand. Her wide frightened eyes stared up at him with a mix of surprise. She had thought that she had found someone to help her and instead found herself staring into the eyes of the devil himself. She whimpered in fear and turned to crawl away from him but Bernard pounced. He slammed her head into the ground as she pleaded for him to let her go. She struggled against him as his body covered hers.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

A man with eyes so dark, lips so vain, a structure so perfect and domineering that it made her old bones quiver. This was no ordinary man. This was the devil. He wasn’t here for games. He came to take. Steal? No. He was here to posses. Alex walked through the room without sparing a glance to the other variables in the room. He only had one goal, one mission, one woman. He’d dreamt of this encounter for the past months of being alone, he’d savored this moment in his tongue, he’d came all over his sheets at the mere thought of smelling her again.

Her enemies will burn worlds to stop her. And deep inside her… a child grows stronger. A child who has already killed once. A child who speaks forbidden spells from the womb. A child destined to save creation — or end it. In Book Two of The Devil You Called series, Sarai must choose: Fight to keep her humanity… or embrace the darkness inside her and become exactly what the realms fear: The mother of the end. Chapter one Absolutely — here is Book Two: The Devil You Carry — Chapter One, continuing seamlessly from the shock of the last chapter. This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power.

Her eyes looked down and she asked in a whisper, “What thorough discussion are we going to have?” Dark amusement gripped me and I turned us around, until she was beneath me with my hard côck pressed into her soft folds. “We will get to that later, let me check how much you enjoyed what you heard.” And when I slid deep into her cûnt, my little devil was more than wet. . A. Gupta Note: I added my book in the competition. Don't forget to vote by pressing gems and leave reviews on the 'About the Book' page for other readers. You can check in in 'Devil Mafia with a soft heart'.

Soon a beauty laying on his bed caught his attention. She was sleeping and oh how peaceful she looked! But for how long she can even get this, this very little amount of peace? She had caught the devil's attention and he was approaching her. Soon he came closer to her. An ominous smile flashed on his face. His smile was beautiful. So often, devil can have the beauty as well. Yeah, a devil can be beautiful too. Just like him. He sat near her sleeping figure, while she flinched a bit. He looked at her with his wonder-filled eyes and questions. How can someone give him this much peace and satisfaction? He had never felt anything all those years, then why now?

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Someone was sniffing on my bed, or rather, on my hair. With further more concentration, I registered an arm laying over my stomach. Then I felt the tiniest movement from my right, as if some creature was nuzzling my neck. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the arm that was still holding me. When the arm didn't move itself from my point of vision, I trailed my eyes up the arm and shifted slightly, coming face to face with a devil who was sniffing my hair in his sleep. My eyes narrowed further. This particular devil looked cute, at least he did in his sleep, with his long eyebrows fanning his cheeks and his lips pursed like a baby. But that did not mean he could sleep ne

The man beside me wasn’t Harrison Pierre Whitmore. Shit. I had slept with the wrong man. Panic surged through me as I stared at the sleeping figure beside me. The sharp, chiseled features, the dark tousled hair, the sheer dominance radiating from his very presence—even in sleep, he looked intimidating. No. No. No. This can’t be happening. I had just spent the night with Zion Yohan Warren. The CEO of Warren Hotels and Casinos. The infamous, ruthless billionaire known as ‘The Devil.’ My blood ran cold. What the hell have I done?!