Sympathy For The Devil Supernatural Novels & Stories

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

Micheal talked to Cheyne Ludacris, The Devil’s right hand. “Why is she faint? Do you sedate her?” Cheyne kept gazing up sharply with his cold expression toward Micheal. “I have to. I think Mr. Xander will not mind at all.” Micheal grinned awkwardly while Cheyne kept on his cold demeanor. Seconds later, The Devil appeared from the corridor behind Cheyne. Micheal’s eyes almost pop out of his fear. Those sharp eyes were golden unlike naturally human after all. Yet, Micheal bravely came to ask The Devil for his help.

_______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the rollercoaster. She disappeared immediately, as people gathered around Julianne, trying to revive her while others folded their hands and watched in pity. Julianne's spirit woke up from and that only meant one thing either she is dead or in coma. ________________ Julianne's POV. I watched as the body that looks like me was rushed into the ambulance, " What happened to the girl?" I asked the boy nearest to me. The bo

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

"I do not think you're insane, you know I believe in sorts of stuff, ghosts, witches, supernatural entities, demons and other superstitious, crazy shit… but I am still in disbelief and now that you've mentioned it…. Remember that time you told me some insurgents coerced one of your mother's bodyguard's to assassinate him and he was shot in the head nine times and in the chest eleven times and he walked out just fine, he did not end up at the morgue or at the hospital for that matter! He never gets sick, he likes to suddenly appear out of nowhere, he has an entire prison full of innocent civilians, he likes killing people for nothing, he does not laugh, he loves the dark, his eyes are dead, h

I tried to tell her but it was too late as the devil pulled her hair and said with gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea whose baby you had aborted huh?" The woman hissed in pain, she seemed confused and tried to talk with the devil and make him understand what she did was necessary to save me and the relation between him and me, she was trying to convince him because they both are in human form and she was treating them like humans but soon she will be going to see the real self of them. The devil laughed listening to her wise advice with a long explanation, he then looked at his friend, "Make her suffer." He said and then threw her at the foot of his friend.

He reluctantly waved his hand and when he got to know about the deal between them, he was too stunned to speak at first but got his senses soon and congratulated them. I hope this will be the beginning of a new chapter for them. Samuel has been alone for a long time and Delilah, although she acts... no she used to act all haughty and arrogant but she had her own reasons. Society made her to be this way. It wasn't her fault but the drastic change which I have witnessed in her for the past few months, it is quite evident. Just meeting the right person has changed her life as a whole. We walked away from them and let them enjoy some time to themselves. But then when Ryan turned to look at me, "

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.