The Demon's Obsession Novels & Stories

When I finally reach the edge, I turn. There he is. Looking exactly like the devil he is. My devil. His gaze is fixed on me like I'm the only one worth looking at. His eyes are dark and focused. The look in his eyes is so obsessive it sends a small shiver through me but I don't move away. I don't run. I hold his gaze for a second longer before looking away slightly, letting the silence settle between us. “What are you doing?” he asks finally, his voice lower than usual.

Melanie finished and removed her blindfold. "Denver, where did you get this slut from? She's a really attractive one." a demon shouted. Another demon climbed up the stage and went directly to Melanie and squeezed he breasts which made her scream in fear. That was the final straw for me.

The bricks shattered as I did. “Your boss knows what I am… and he knows that I’m coming for him.” “What… What are you? I don’t understand.” I dragged him by the chain and searched his jeans pocket for a lighter. Once I found it, I tossed it into the basement. A line of fire started to crawl towards Hem’s body. “You’re going to burn Oscar alive!” “I’m no angel, Todd.” “Then what are you?!” he cried, looking at the quickly building fire in the basement. Oscar’s scream echoed with the sizzling fire. “I’m a demon.”

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

I didn’t know if it was pity, anger, or confusion. “Since I met you, I even made a vow to the devil himself…” he continued in a low voice. “No other woman would ever matter to me. I only need one—just you, Snow.” Each word felt like a curse whispered in the dark. He moved closer, slowly. His face was just inches from mine now. I could feel his breath grazing my skin. “You are all I want,” he whispered, gripping my jaw firmly. And there it was again—the demon in his eyes, burning with obsession and madness.

He’ll continued as he shuts her up with a strong kiss as he held her neck. He’ll flip her around, where she laid on her back and her front face towards him. Staring down at her naked body aroused his inner demon. Although he had no intention to hurt her. He still couldn’t stop himself. He’ll insert inside of her as hard as he could. Making sure that every bits of her remembers him. Making love to her over and over again. Under that beautiful morning sunshine as it shines upon them. Their voices echoes out, and the sounds of his alarms went off. Woken him from his dream.

Stella was a shell of her former self, a broken and desperate creature, consumed by her obsession with the demon. Years passed, and Stella grew older, but her obsession never faded. She continued to summon the demon, continued to fuck him, continued to lose herself in his dark and twisted world. She knew that it was wrong, that she was destroying herself, but she couldn't stop. She was addicted to the demon, addicted to the pleasure and the pain he brought her. And so Stella's life continued, a never-ending cycle of summoning and fucking, of pleasure and pain, of obsession and despair. She was a slave to the demon, a puppet dancing on his strings, and she knew that she would never be free.

When the demon inside me howls for destruction. Serena shouldn’t see that side of me. I won’t let her. Alec watches me carefully. “I saw the way you looked at her. You’re obsessed with her. But what happens when your demon side takes over?” “It won’t.” I growl. He doesn’t believe me. Fuck. I don’t even believe myself. I can’t let Serena see the other side of me.