The Devil As Feelings Novels & Stories

“Deliver us, O Lord.” I’m not going to lie, it feels like the place is about to burst into flames when he says that thing about the devil, and though I know I’m hungry, the wrench in my gut has nothing to do with food. Like a clock overwound, it seems to hang there, the spring unable to break or release to regular working. The pain’s getting worse and I actually feel faint, which even with all the ways my father and uncle have taken to me has never happened before. “From anger, hatred, and all ill will—. From all lewdness—.”

The way her eyes had gone blank and resigned. And somehow it hurt me. I threw the cigar into the ashtray and watched the ember die. The smoke dissipated into nothing and I stood there in the dimly lit room and I felt something I had not felt in twenty years. Guilt. I crushed the thought immediately. I did not feel guilt. I did not feel anything. I was Alessandro De Vercelli, the Devil of Vercelli, and devils did not feel guilt over words spoken to an auctioned slave.

"I know right now; you are thinking that it is just a dream and means nothing. Maybe it was with a lover or a crush and you think it is cool. It is just my brain playing a trick on me, bringing my sexual desire to live, you tell yourself. That is exactly what the devil wants you to think; so, it can control your life and destiny. Sometimes the devil will come with the face of a loved one." the young prophetess said sending a chill down my spine, weakening my legs.

“The deviless was beautiful, powerful, and revered, and so the warrior, who was a part of her personal guard, was interested in her as well. Not quite in love, but she caught his eye. And when she told him about her feelings, he explained to her what she was feeling was love. She'd fallen in love with him, and he ‘loved’ her back as well. But the devil was lying.” “You see, while he did find her attractive in appearance, he craved her power more than anything. She was basically a goddess in his eyes, and he wanted it to himself. This devil warrior had seen many wars, and so he had seen many die. The souls he'd reaped were countless, and every time he saw a man, whether he be human or superna

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

If anything, the Devils being a clear and universal threat helps ground it, rather than fat, rich old men, trying to find the best ways to advance themselves and spread misery. I can learn, remember, accept that breaths are seconds, blinks are minutes, arcs are hours, and every other comparison to body parts. Finger breadth as an inch or a pace as an inch or a mile as a league. I’ll even admit that their views on religion are so much healthier, and don’t account for more death than every plague or natural disaster combined. I just won’t be this! I will not lay down and accept that I’m nothing more than a breathing pocket pussy or cum dumpster because I was born with one extra hole than seven

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

he warned her. Anna's eyes filled with tears, and she bit David's hand before spitting on his face. "You're a devil, a heartless demon. You scam people and have no compassion. What people think of you and what you truly are, are two different things," she cried out. David wiped the spit off his face with a handkerchief and glared at Anna. "You crossed your limit, little girl," he said, his voice laced with anger. He stormed out of the cell and locked the door behind him, leaving Anna to scream and cry in despair.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

He reluctantly waved his hand and when he got to know about the deal between them, he was too stunned to speak at first but got his senses soon and congratulated them. I hope this will be the beginning of a new chapter for them. Samuel has been alone for a long time and Delilah, although she acts... no she used to act all haughty and arrogant but she had her own reasons. Society made her to be this way. It wasn't her fault but the drastic change which I have witnessed in her for the past few months, it is quite evident. Just meeting the right person has changed her life as a whole. We walked away from them and let them enjoy some time to themselves. But then when Ryan turned to look at me, "