The Devil As Feelings Novels & Stories

When all three were on the ground, groaning, I stood over them, breath steady, fists aching. “Have you ever heard of the devil?” I asked, voice low and calm. They nodded weakly, one of them coughing up blood. “Good,” I said, crouching so they could see the look in my eyes. “Because you’re about to visit hell for touching what’s mine.” Then I stood, signaled to my men to pick them up, and got back in the car. I drove like a man possessed, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to touch Azzurra’s knee every few seconds, just to make sure she was still with me.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

The Devil laughed subtly. " Are you trying to tell me that you don't feel anything for Phoenix...anymore? " Corbin frowned at his cunning question. " Oh yeah, I still feel something for her but you know me...I will kill whatever feeling I have for her so easily, I'm just as heartless as you are, remember? " He sassed. " You son of the bitch! " The Devil roared angrily at his comeback. " Oh, you mean yourself or Medusa cause you know, no matter what I am still your son. But I think I'd go with you being the bitch " Corbin shrugged.

I turned to get away from him, but his arms wrapped around my frame, pulling me close. “Leave me,” I struggled, but nothing changed how he looked at me. I knew I had seen Angelo a thousand times, but his eyes were different this time. It was more devilish, filled with an appetite to eat me. My chest elevated for more oxygen because now I could see the devil in the morning light. My devil. How badly I wanted to confront him, but all things vaporized when his hand touched my body. Isn’t it feel strange the touch you used to feel in the dark? The eyes you wanted to see were now looking at you, and it scorched your soul-deep that you didn’t know you should scream in pain or cry in pleasure.

He was so powerful, the whole place fed off his power. "What did you just say?" he said so menacing, I could feel the chill running through my body. Gone was the suave, charming being. This was the Devil. I was choking, but more from the excess of his power all around me. I could hear the screams of the damned increase ten folds. I could feel the ripple of his anger, breaking the minds of demons, destroying the humans, feeding the eternal pit of hell. I wanted his attention and unfortunately, I got it.

she whispered, but smiled slowly afterward. **** [DREXTON 'S PRIVATE HOUSE [A SECRET ROOM] The devil has just one mission in life: destruction. He lives to destroy. He taints whatever he hates. He ruins it without a second thought. The man of hate, the lord of hell. The devil doesn't think twice, he has no regrets. He's an emotionless monster; he feels nothing- no pain—nothing. The devil is dark, a darkness made purely from the fire of hell, a raging fire, big enough to take out the world, and far too big to stop.

I won’t say I met my match, no, I met the devil and if I wanted to be free from him I had to be like him. I felt his tongue on my chest, his licked me down to my nipples and he sucked them. I gripped the sheets, biting back a throaty moan. I hated him. I hated the feeling of his hands on my waist. His hated the touch on my skin. I felt disgusted but my body betrayed me. It reacted to the sensations in his touch and it trembled in a way that made him even more excited. Just like he promised. He devoured me that night and I felt less than a pig by the time he was done.

And as a devil that they coined to, he has to be emotionless, like having nothing to oppossed on just a simple agreement. Not that that the world will gonna mad and throw him somewhere in the slump if he follow her parents decisions, he have nothing to lose beside the freedom to wander freely in the town. He saw how a husband in the town, even in power have to be careful to walk with just anyone but their wife. The thought of it give chills all over his body, how can he walk with someone, anyway?

I said pointing at the direction of where I thought the pull was coming from. " They are probably fucking her," she said and I raised my brows in confusion, I don't know what she was talking about. " Someone is fucking who," I asked as I picked up my underwear slipping my foot into it. " I saw her with a Bartender at the night club." I growled as a furious rage took over my senses, I feared that I couldn't control my anger as I felt my demon taking over my body and soul. I quickly wore my shirt and pants before teleporting my self to the direction of the pull ignoring the voice of Kathy who was nagging and ranting.

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel