Novel & Cerita The Devil All The Time Book

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

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.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

I say out loud as I get off the bed, take the envelope and walk into the bathroom. I rip it open carelessly as I sit down to use the toilet and begin to read one of the poems he has been leaving me even before we officially met. This one though has a certain tone to it, as if it is my final warning. The devil must be running out of patience if it has come down to this. What motivates the devil is more nuanced than I can say. Insignificant as a toy, time wasting, yet valuable enough to earn such an in-depth commitment to get it whatsoever.