The Devil As Feelings Novels & Stories

Her face burned as she admitted, “I want to feel you raw.” Inner Devil 2: ‘Jesus, take the wheel, take it from my hand—’ Inner Devil: ‘You mean Satan?’ Inner Devil: ‘No, no. Jesus should still intervene here—and not get our Charlie pregnant.’ “Fuck.” Taylor shook his head. “God, woman—do you know what that does to me? You say that, and my brain forgets English.” Inner Devil: ‘Brain? What brain? We’re running on vibes and hormones now.’ “Shut up and fuck me,” Charlie said.

He thought that after the fuck the feeling would disappear but it becomes worst when he decides to fick a bitch because his sexy and pretty sister will be all that he would be seeing. One night he had orgasmed thinking about Laura whilst pumping himself to climax, afterwards the feeling increased and him thinking that his sister is fucking another person like he is doing is making his heart squeeze in pain, image of another man ramming into the beautiful and tight hole of his sister was numbing the devil, and if the news got out that a woman has gotten into the heart of devil incarnate, it will be a shock to the people not to add that the woman was his sister.

I swallowed and averted my gaze from him, my blood boiling for some unknown reason. No, I actually know. The excitement of what will happen is already getting into my head. "Do you feel some excitement?" the devil asks again beside my ears. Yes, this man is a devil who continues to lure me into something forbidden and even unravel the "me" that I don’t know. His breath brushed against my ear as it tickled me, causing me to bite my lips. I turn and look at him, frowning and ready to scold him. However, as I finally saw the distance between our faces, all the words inside me vanished.

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

But I did. And for the first time in years, I felt a quiet, unfamiliar pang of something that scared me more than the devil’s threat. Doubt. I clenched my jaw and turned away. No. I was not going to let this spiral, I wouldn’t jump to conclusions. I had enough on my plate already—starting with keeping Francis alive… and keeping the devil away when he came for his due. Because he would. And when that time came, I needed to be ready. Even if it meant facing a truth I wasn’t prepared for.

there was a strange guilt in his tone. A deep silence prevailed once again. The only noise that was heard was the IV drips and machine beeps. “Don’t sinners get a chance?” The profound yearning for forgiveness was clear in his voice, as the sky after a storm. “You are no sinner. You are the devil. You said it yourself,” she reminded him of the things he told her. “Devil is the most vulnerable entity in the supernatural world. Yet somehow, the world ignored the sinner that needed prayers the most,” his logic was agreeable, but she was no saint to forgive him—pregnant silence spread between the two.

' In real those men were gifting his soul to the Devil, and the Devil was that silhouette. And The Devil never accepts a gift which doesn't scream for mercy. ************************** ************************** Guys kindly vote for the book. I hope you all are enjoying the book. Lemme know in the comment section. Love you all!!!

He just stared at me, evaluating me like prey. The silence pulled tight between us, charged and thick. For twenty years, I had been taught that the devil walked the earth as an ugly, deceptive spirit, but looking at him, I realized the church had lied. The devil was beautiful. He was sitting right in front of me, wrapped in a bespoke black suit, exuding an authority that made the massive parlor feel incredibly small.

He was already gazing at me with an amused expression, and I felt coldness wash over my body. 'Why can't they see it?! He was eyeing me like I was... like I was his prey!"

He said, his nostrils flared and his eyes were furious. For the first time I was realizing that there were so many wrong things about him and his feelings toward me was not something that existed at all. I asked a question, why did it rile him up so much? On one end there was pity and the thought that he had grown in conditions where he needed to prove himself to be loved, but on the second hand I was so livid. The more interactions I had with him the more certain I was that this person fit very closely to the description of the devil. And can one really love the devil? I was doomed.