The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea Book Novels & Stories

Ana asked right from where she stood, partially holding on to her dad. Her eyes steadily rolled all around their faces expecting to hear them speak, expecting to hear the truth from them, but in as much as the fear was growing inside them, they were still finding it exactly had to voice out they know. “To cut it short, Draco and Lucas are meant to save the devil.” Elsie explained. “Ooh, but how does that concern killing the devil?” Ana replied curiously. “Because Zeus is the one who put the devil into a deep slumber since he is the only one that can stop him.” Elsie added.

Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it. According to legend, the priest had been sentenced to be walled-up alive as punishment for breaking his vows. He promised the church that if they let him live, he would write a book that would contain all human knowledge - in a single day. To fulfill this promise, the priest sold his soul to the demon. The manuscript was extremely long, it appears to have been written by just one person over a relatively short period and covered a spell that only the supernatural could only open the book. Created using more than one sixty animal skins

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

But what really got under Vito's skin was the face staring up at him. His features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. It reminded him of a ghost from his past. A ghost Vito had spent years looking for. Someone he had fantasized about making kneel exactly like this in front of him, broken and desperate. Except, that asshole had fucking black eyes, this one had blue. And he would never bend his knees for something as measly as this. It made Vito's hands itch. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vito said, his voice cutting through whatever daze Aiden had fallen into.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

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.”

And if he wants something he can do anything to make it his. what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decided to make the girl his? ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ COPYRIGHT ' Devil's Addiction ' All rights reserved. All Rights Reserved. No part of This book May be reproduced in any shape or form, without the writer's consent Events and characters Portrayed in This book is fictional. Any Similarities To a real person, living or dead,

“Another shirt ruined.” Olivia stood, her mouth agape in shock. Cassandra stood, backlit by the sun setting. Her hair wild, the left side of her white shirt hung loose from her pants, blood soaked her sleeve, and a man lay at her feet. When Cassandra looked up she was shocked to find herself lost in blue eyes. The rumours that she was cold was far from the truth. She was heat, white, hot heat. And Olivia feared she’d be burned alive is she didn’t get away. Something must have shown on her face. Cassandra straightened and stared at her in challenge. The devil behind the cold eyes a deep contrast. “I want to go home.”