Sleeping With The Devil Novels & Stories

Now, I am all ready to go. Descending down the long flight of stairs carefully because I am holding Bambi in my arms, I hear some voices. Strangely familiar voices, and as I hear them closely, I gasp silently. The voice that intrudes my night's sleep, the one that is the cause of my neverending nightmares. Devin a.k.a. The Devil. No, no, no! What is he doing here this soon? No, he can't see me! He can't catch me, again.

He turned to his side knocking over a portion of his blanket down revealing his upper naked body. “Ooh,” Devon whistled when she saw how toned and firm his body is. “Nice body. No wonder I fell for him, did I? Wait, did I fall for a man like him?” “Devon…” Daemon talked in his sleep. “Devon…” he whimpered. “Uhm, yes?” she tried answering. “What is it?” “Dev…” he continued calling. “Yes, what? Devon is here. What is it?” His hand moved searching for something in the covers. “Devon…”

Kayola moans and tightens her grip on the pillow on which her head is. Devilio grabs her waist and pulls her closer to him, lifting her left thigh and placing it over her other thigh, then he increases his thrusts, hitting her core like his life depends on it. Well, it kinda does. Together, they ride the waves of passion and gloriously reach their climax. Spent, Devilio collapses on his Luna, and she, in turn, murmurs sweet words into his waiting ears. Their sleep is interrupted by a knock on the door and Devilio gets out of bed to see him. They talk for a few minutes outside the room and Basil leaves. Devilio comes back into the room and tells Kayola what is going on.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

I peel my eyes, sloping my body on this bed and yawning after realizing it's morning already. Funny! I didn't know I would fall asleep with the devil and the witch in the same house. Their presence must have magically buried me into a dreadful sleep. Speaking of the devil, didn't he say that this was his and my bedroom? Why isn't he here now? Don't get me wrong, okay? I would be barfing forth my lungs out if I woke to his ugly suffocating face and scary eyes and dreadful giant body beside me. I'm just wondering. He didn't come home the whole night? Or maybe they are just screwing somewhere in this house with that witch! Yack! Whatever the case, I am glad I didn't get to see any of their face

I said angrily and ended the call and threw my phone on my bed as tension-filled my whole being. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. The Devil: ‘A man can dream, Evelyn. And I will never stop dreaming of having you on your knees in front of me. But just so you know, I will never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I am a man of my word. But if in case you feel lonely and cold at night, I would be more glad to be of service and keep you warm.’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen.’

"First of all, Paul. You're not my daddy. You don't get to decide who I do or don't sleep with, you don't get to judge me for who I let into my bed either." "And as for you," I glanced over my shoulder to shoot Santiago a look that didn't gaze him in the slightest. "Go to hell. I wouldn't come anywhere near your STD infected privates even if my life depended it." Furious with the entire confrontation, I turned and marched out, leaving the two men to murder each other if they wanted. Paul caught up with me before I got to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, Nina. Wait." He called. "Sorry about that entire mess up there. That guy just rubs me the wrong way. Especially now that I know about his ass

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.