The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"I never get tired of kissing you. Tell me, are you a witch that has performed a seduction spell on me?" "I love you, my love." Jasmine woke up abruptly from the dream, gasping for air as she looked around and found herself in a different room. The intensity of the dream was so strong this time that she felt if she doesn't wake up soon, then she'll be sucked in those images. She saw the same man with those amber eyes and couldn't help but place a hand over her heart to calm it down. No matter how hard she tries, she is never able to see the face of the person clearly, nor is she able to see the face of the girl in her dreams. All she sees is a girl with long black hair.

Quickly, she pulled the window curtains tighter, trying to block out the view that unsettled her. Jasmine returned to her bed, but this time it was hard for her to close her eyes again. Every time she tried, shadows of her past invaded, making her feel trapped in an endless nightmare. Finally, she gave up trying to sleep and decided to find a distraction. She reached out to the small table beside her bed and took one of the books Fiona had left. It was a romance novel—a genre Jasmine usually didn't like. But tonight, she had no other choice. She opened the first page, trying to immerse herself in a story that might help her forget her nightmares, even if only for a while.

Screwing up big with her last apprentice; he hadn't used a barrier, a big no-no when summoning demons. Her thoughts kept returning to that night and the amazing sex. It was a rape, she corrected her mind. Scowling, she stomped through her home with her burning sage to clean the wickedness away. She dressed for bed and had a restless night, tossing and turning over dreams of an incubus named Xazel. Xazel hell I can't get satisfied; I'm currently balls deep in Rozelle, and I'm not able to release. I've been at it for hours. I'm bored of her already.

Blood gushed out of my knuckles but that demented Angel continued throwing things at me. I was well aware that I won’t be able to bring Rose to Hell without Jasmine so I knocked her out. I brought her to my room but the moment she regained consciousness, she turned my beautiful and clean room upside down. I was trying to calm her down for the past thirty minutes but nothing worked. She was possessed by an evil spirit whose powers were increasing with every ticking second. The fact that Jasmine duped her was infuriating her but as usual, I was the one who had to be blamed for everything.

The place that as steady and peaceful before have been surrounded with unsighty, misery and pain. “Wherever you are” she whisper as tears flows like river, “keep guiding me brother...until I makes sure to fulfill your promise for me. Your promise that I'll makes sure to finally alive!” “Be happy and be free, sis,” he said, the ghost of his aspiration only the thing that come alive. “Be free!”

I swallowed hard and looked away, meeting the woman's intense stare. She had the same eye color as Raphael, her curls hugging her perfect face. She is more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She wore zero makeup, her full lips were glossy, high defined jaw and cheekbones, long lashes and thick shaped eyebrows. Her skin was honey toned and looked soft and clear. Too bad I don't like her. "Slept well" Dante's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I faced him, smiled and nodded. He crossed his arms. He wore black jeans and white T-shirt with his hair brushed back.

Her heart galloped, and her breathing hitched, seeing him so handsome in a white suit, his eyes gleaming at the sight of her, his chest heaving as if struggling to breathe. Almost immediately, nothing else mattered but The Devil in front of her. She was marrying the man of her dreams. ~ “So tell me why, what good is life If we're all just waiting to dance in the sky? I'm already there, here in your eyes We climb the gates, every time that you lie down next to mе I rest in peace Thеy say it's better, but how could that be? If everyone had a love like us They wouldn't call that place above, Heaven” ~

I opened the door, seeing Althaia had changed her clothes and was sitting on the bed with her sketchbook. “How’s my curious little psychopath?” I teased and sat on the bed in front of her. Her cheeks started to flush when she gave an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have been here all the time.” “Sure you have.” I chuckled and grabbed her waist. I had her straddle me as I continued to give her a teasing look. “Have I not said you would be one terrible spy?” “You really are The Devil! How did you know?”

Kelvin I had just lifted the glass to my lips when I saw her. Every sway of her hips was deliberate, the click of her heels against the marble floor a calculated rhythm meant to draw attention. Her crimson dress clung to her curves like a second skin, a dangerous slit parting with every step to reveal legs that seemed to go on forever. Confidence radiated off her in waves, and so did desperation. Her eyes were locked on Jayden. “Hi… Jayden, right?” she purred the moment she reached our table, tilting her head slightly as her perfectly manicured fingers brushed a loose curl from her face. “I’ve heard so much about you. I thought maybe we could..”