Novel & Cerita The Devil At His Elbow Book

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.

I beg as he pulls away, replacing his fingers with his cock. He presses inside of me, stretching me wide as he leans down on his forearm, his fingers brushing my hair away from my face. End Of Book Two Book Three will be Escaping The Devils Snare and will start next week commencing 26/5/25! Synopsis of Escaping The Devils Snare:-

It even made me more mad. “I will fucking deal with you, Eli, wait and see!” I grunted. “You getting really soft or have you lost your touch?” Devon muttered, like the whisper of the devil on your shoulder. I had thought it was the devil that spoke, until I turned towards him and found him standing here, leaning carelessly on the chair behind him. Speak of the devil. He was the one who pushed me into making such a stupid bet with him - now I had to kiss that motherfucker's ass until I get him to fall for 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.”

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

He just stared at me, evaluating me like prey. The silence pulled tight between us, charged and thick. For twenty years, I had been taught that the devil walked the earth as an ugly, deceptive spirit, but looking at him, I realized the church had lied. The devil was beautiful. He was sitting right in front of me, wrapped in a bespoke black suit, exuding an authority that made the massive parlor feel incredibly small.

I said angrily and ended the call and threw my phone on my bed as tension-filled my whole being. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. The Devil: ‘A man can dream, Evelyn. And I will never stop dreaming of having you on your knees in front of me. But just so you know, I will never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I am a man of my word. But if in case you feel lonely and cold at night, I would be more glad to be of service and keep you warm.’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen.’

He never knew this devil could actually care for someone to the point that he was willingly placing a cold towel on a person's head to reduce the temperature, and that person too was a woman. Almost immediately, a thought popped up in his mind. “Maybe he's changed from being a devil to a caring guy.” But he soon regretted what he thought when he heard Alexander's cold voice say, “Are you going to keep standing there like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, or will you come over here before I come and chop off that ugly face of yours?” “He will never change.” The old man thought in his mind and shook his head, then walked over to the devil's side before he really chops off his head.

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’