Novel & Cerita The Damned Demon

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

I stormed into my study and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned up against it and then slid down to sit on the floor, burying my face in my hands. “You’re weak,” the demon said. “She was right there. We could have had her.” “Shut up!” I bellowed. “You almost killed her, Xavier,” my wolf growled at me, full of disgust and shame. “We are dangerous.” “That’s the idea, isn’t it?” the demon said, laughing. “More fear. More power. They all deserve to die.” “Shut up! Both of you!” I shouted.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

*Damian* I come outside for some fresh air to let my lungs breathe some fresh air. I paced the yard not wanting to invoke the Yokai any more than I had to. That spirit… I didn’t even see it until my rage started to boil. I wasn’t even gonna bring up the teleportation thing to Ember because I was too wrapped up about the Yokai calling me a “demon” and even Ember said she noticed some things that are demonic about me. Was I truly an evil demon? Is that why I was locked up in that prison? Did I kill someone or steal an innocent person’s soul? So many questions were popping into my head. Why can’t I remember if I was a demon? I thought I was human all this time but I was fucking wrong! I should

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

He grabbed my thighs and hurried me towards him; taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head between my thick pussy lips, savouring my wetness. "Are you sure, princess? Because once I am inside you. No man's lips will ever grace your skin, no man will see you like this, and no man will ever be alone with you again because you will belong to me!" He growled possessively, making my insides clench lustfully. Shit, I wanted that; I wanted him! And technically, Damien was a demon... not a man! Biting down on my lip roughly, drawing blood, I nodded, my eyes locking on his, his brow arched disappointedly.

I hurriedly said but before I could cut the call, Danielle’s angry voice floated in. “Damon ! I know you can hear me !! Get your horny ass back to the pack house and help us, you sneaky demon. I also want to remind you that I can feel everything that you feel and I know you have been with Chester all this while when I had specifically instructed you to get a few supplies from the forest,” he chided the adorable demon over me. We are so busted. Fvck ! What now ?

Said Damien with so much anger. “How do we even know this Demon, how do we identify her? I last heard about them in school and here we fight rogues and stupid witches who let demons out into our world.” Damien continued, he glanced at his mate and found her staring into space. It hurt seeing a bubbly person like her looking like that. Zande came in just as the witch was about to explain how Asmodeus looked like. “They are coming.” That was all he said before taking his seat and directing his piercing eyes to the witch. She swallowed hard wetting her now dry mouth with saliva before she spoke.

Now that I knew about his wickedness, the slightest change in his emotion scared me to death. “Let me go!” I shivered with my eyes closed. “I’ll forgive you for what you did and won’t send any priests after you. What I can’t do is continue a relationship with a demon. I am begging you to spare my life. You’ll find a better woman than me.” “Do you even know what a demon is, Cass?” Desmond asked rather calmly. “A fallen angel, Satan’s minion, the foulest creature on Earth,” I answered with shut eyelids.