The Devil In Dreams Novels & Stories

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

" grandma, you're not making sense" " don't be like your parents, I think you should go to church and be a bit more prayer for the devil is not far away, we have to keep him at Bay" ' devil? Church? Was Grandma on some kind of drug or something?' " I don't understand what you are saying?" The old woman sighed " I had a dream my dear. A horrible dream" " people have dreams all the time grandma. They are just fictions of our imagination. It doesn't mean they signify anything at all"

"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.

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,

The devil likes to appear as a dream. That could be true, but Scarlett, she actually is a dream. And I’ll fight anyone who tries to turn her into a nightmare. Even my mother.

Innocent executive assistant Ava finds herself irresistibly drawn to her enigmatic boss, Mr. Alex. As her forbidden desires escalate into vivid, uncontrollable wet dreams, she decides to resign, only to discover that Alex is not just any man—he's a Dreamlust demon. “Because you called to me, Ava. Your desire, your longing, it reached out to me across the realms. And now that you know…” #lust #demons #dreams #dreamlustdemon #spiritual #specialpower #passion #hardcore #demonxhuman #demon #officeromance

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

Derrick sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space, his mind lost in thought. Zin, his loyal servant and magical friend, watches him with growing concern. "Master," he said softly. "What's troubling you? I can sense that something is wrong." Derrick looks up at Zin, a haunted expression on his face. "I had a dream last night," he said. "Lucifer was calling me back to hell. with wants me to return there and fulfill my job as a little devil, shouldering some of his work instead of meddling in the affairs of humans."

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Had she not recovered yet? Shit! “ Cara Mia, Love? Wake up!” I called softly. Tapping her once more. Her lids lifted quickly, sweat glistened her skin as she threw herself into my arms, falling deeper into my embrace. “ I-I-I saw him, Rico. In my dreams.” She stuttered, the shakiness in her voice piercing through my heart like a blade. Rico… That little prick. I pulled her even closer, into my arms, brushing my fingers through her hair. “ He almost killed you and then tried to take me away…” she added.