The Devil As Feelings Novels & Stories

The devil has a way, his eyes had nothing but I knew behind those pools of nothingness were thousands of emotions he masks. "And you," his attention directed to the asshole who ordered to undress me. He was shivering under his lethal gaze, I stood next to him. "I'll take the lead," For the first time I felt like I'm not alone in this I have an ally. Our eyes locked and I saw something in those blue pools but it passed like a shadow before I could see it.

It's almost embarrassing to her that how flushed she can get around him. "Of course." Today will be really memorable! She can feel it already. She will always cherish this moment. For the first time in her life she feels free even within a strong hold. Little does she know she has more surprises coming for her. ~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : The Devil drives through the thick forest smiling to himself as he feels another presence in his car for the first time. No one rides his car while he drives.

My head fell back as a gasp rushed from my lips. "Mmmm.... Daddy... it feels so good..." God, if the devil was supposed to be evil and cruel, Why did the man ruining me feel like he'd already stolen my soul?

She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue a

Santiago finally replied. The flatness of his tone made my stomach twist. It felt like I had done something wrong, failed some kind of taste and I was now faced with his disapproval. I shouldn't have been affected. What the hell did I care about a criminal's approval, but the tightening of my stomach told me in capital letters that some part of me preferred the scalding heat of earlier to this cool indifference. What was wrong with me?

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.

They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable. “Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence. His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet b

Just when I'm about to protest his persistence, I feel his fingers make their way inside me, giving my clitoris rich and soft caresses. "Oh, my God!"I scream. I don't care if anyone hears me anymore. "No, baby, it's not God," she replies, her voice dripping with lust, "it's your devil, and a very evil one at that." He's never called me that before. The movements of his fingers become more frantic. The heat and excitement inside me intensifies even more. "Your demon, your devil, making you scream with pleasure." He's right. It's the devil making me scream with pleasure, igniting me with his fire, taking me to his exciting and delicious hell.

"I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.” Who was this man? How did he even know my Mom's new last name which I didn't even know yet? The way he said those names, I felt my heart skip a beat. I felt it, I felt my heart's desire; revenge. I didn't know if it was the way he spoke or if it was just me who wanted revenge. “I can feel your heart skip a beat," he chuckled. “That's the burning desire.”. My heart squeezed in my chest. How was he so sensitive to every detail?