The Devil As Feelings Novels & Stories

The devil took over him And the soul left Angel's body. "You know what Aashmaan? Whenever I see you I want to puke on you. You don't even know, how much I hate you at this moment", the Devil said and his words created a hole in her heart, mind, and soul but she didn't show her pain in front of him. "It's okay. Sir, you can puke on me. You can hate me as much as you want it", Angel said without stuttering, full of boldness and calmness that pierced the Devil's mountainous Alpha ego.

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one 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 Dev

I guess it is the inner happiness that brings shine to the face and I am not even one percent happy with this engagement. As the girl left my room, I turned my head as I felt someone's presence. The devil was standing on the gate. He was wearing a black suit, and there was his infamous sinister smirk plastered on his face. "You are looking tempting," he said stepping towards me. His eyes were filled with nothing else than lust and obsession. I looked down avoiding his gaze that was enough to make me feel insecure. His eyes were making me feel as if I am wearing nothing. It felt like he is scanning my soul through his stares. I have never felt so much uncomfortable with anyone before.

He knew I was fearless, not the regular kind of ladies he was used to. “Such a nerve.” one of the men muttered. Sensing Don's continuous stare at my breasts, I gave a smile knowing fully well I had attracted him somehow. “I can satisfy you more than any other.” I pressed on, cursing Salvatore in my mind for letting me do this. I wanted revenge, but I wasn't expecting it to be like this. Just as the thought of my parents were about to enter her head, I shook it off because I knew that would definitely change my expression.

Just pure unfiltered hatred. The fire in her eyes rekindled something which was long extinguished. A flame? A feeling? I couldn't tell but one thing I was sure of was that I didn't want it to go away. I wanted that feeling to burn with me, consume me until there's nothing left of me. And only this one woman can do that. No one else. Just her. Cara Mio. Her orgasm neared, my pace quickened making each thrust harder than the last.

Why am I feeling these strange feelings? I’m supposed to feel this way to a girl only. Why do I… Why do I feel this way to him? Someone, please, tell me this isn’t love. *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* *Dug!* Damn it. Shut the fuck up, heart!

I was very thankful when he made no effort to proceed with what he had in mind, because I was beginning to get reeled in, I was beginning to feel emotions that I should not feel for the Devil. This has been the most eventful night of my life and I wanted it to come to an end already before I do something I will live to regret. The Devil is very masterful in his craft, he must know just how effective persistence is when it comes to me. Yet again I could feel my walls relaxing and my gut tightening, I was making myself even more aroused by just thinking about this under the table sin. Just acknowledging that his hand was wedged between my bare thighs and the other three people at the table had

But something was different. The fear from last time was not the same as this one. As I struggled for breath, my heart racing wildly, I could only describe what I was feeling in one simple sentence. The devil. It felt like I was staring straight into the eyes of the devil. One without sanity, without an ounce of emotion, without a shred of humanity. The eyes of a man whose only intention was to kill me here—no, not only me. With the killing intent surging around him, I knew I wasn’t going to be the only one he would kill.

He pressed a hand to his own chest, fingers digging into his skin like he wanted to tear something out. “And right now…” his voice broke, “it’s burning so damn much I can barely stand.” The admission came out between clenched teeth, his shoulders bowing for the barest second under a weight she couldn’t see. Adelaide’s heart stuttered painfully. Her lips parted— but no sound came out. This was wrong. It was all wrong. The Devil was not supposed to feel her fear. He was supposed to feed on it. He looked at her with all the hunger he’d tried to crush, all the violence he’d inflicted on the tortured souls, all the wanting he couldn’t bury— and still didn’t move another inch toward her.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.