The Devil As Feelings Novels & Stories

“It didn't take long before I was able to stop the devil Alpha from taking over my body and learning how to control it to come out and not, what took years was learning how to control the beast.” “Either way, I don't think I'm capable of doing it.” Arthur stepped closer, his voice gentler now. “The Devil Alpha doesn’t just listen to strength, Ava. It feeds on emotions, you can't force it, you can only feel it.” I let out a bitter laugh. “That’s the problem, I feel too much and do you know what I feel right now? I feel anger, fear…I don't know but I feel like just pulling my hair.”

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

For the first time in a long time he felt that he belonged and he wanted to keep this feeling deep inside. Soft kisses caressed the neck of the saint who believed the tingling would never end. Willingly he cocked his head. He had always hated it when Louis tried to bite him, but now he wanted it. He wanted to be one with the devil, even if he cursed himself for his own thoughts. The offer was of course gladly accepted and only a few seconds later the skin, which was intensely processed by the sinful lips, blushed. Moist blood wetted the skin and the black-haired man absorbed every drop that was allowed to him. He had the feeling the blood tasted even more sensual and intoxicating than before

Damien already starts moving to us but Lucille immediately raises his hand, causing the man to stop him in his tracks before he turns to face me, his eyes soft but filled with something else. Then he says in a soft exhale, “By God, woman, why does everything you do make me feel? Do you know what it means for a devil to have… feelings? It means I will chase this emotion to the ends of the Earth to find out what else you could do that would possibly…” He steps closer without blinking, like he can’t help himself. “…ruin me like this.” My back hits the wall.

"Your question makes me even more convinced that you are in love with that girl!" "How could it be?" Reject Rail. "I never mind falling in love, just having that feeling I've never been in my heart, Your Majesty!" The King of the Hereafter laughed quite loudly. Rail was just astonished at the attitude of the King of the Hereafter. "Rail, do you know where you come from?" Rail nodded. "The devil is a creature that was created full of lust and anger. So your lust as a devil makes you worry and gradually becomes love, love that humans also feel, Rail!"

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

It's true that it's ugly for us to sleep with each other and with others at the same time, I like the idea of us being exclusive. Oh, the devil is a damn bastard because as soon as I have one man, he makes another one appear like magic, he can't leave me alone, he can't let me be with just one, I can't play with two because then I'll be left smelling my finger, it's certain that both will leave. +

Something I could not have dreamt to feel, especially not towards the person I was feeling it for. There is a wide range of feelings and emotions in this vast world, and to tell the truth, there are very few that I have felt. It's either I was angry, tired, or frustrated. Happiness or sadness did not mean anything to me. I had no time to be sad. And fewer times to be happy. So now, as I stood rooted to the ground, I searched for a way to describe what I felt without saying I was jealous because I could never be jealous of Leon.

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s

Have you ever felt like today’s your last day on this planet? As if you had committed a major sin and you would get executed for it? That was exactly how I felt at this moment, except I didn’t know what my sin was. The Devil walked towards me stealthily with a deadly expression on his face which absolutely terrified my soul. And I knew I was doomed. He stopped at an arm’s length from me. I gathered the last pieces of courage I had and asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you angry?”