The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

Her eyes were stunning, reminiscent of an autumn lake, and her radiant smile accompanied her apology for being late. Whether it was her beautiful eyes or her luminous smile, the board of directors, prepared to unleash their anger, suddenly found themselves enchanted and pacified. "No problem at all," they responded, waving their hands dismissively. They were captivated by her beauty, each secretly yearning to have her in their embrace. Many even entertained thoughts of seducing her. Little did they know that she was the Devil Queen. How would their desires change if they discovered her true identity? Would they still wish to engage in their lascivious fantasies?

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.’

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

And Cassiel had no idea his perfect world was already unraveling. Sleeping beside Cassiel now felt like lying next to a cunning predator masked by charm and power. Julian had once convinced himself that entering this marriage could be the key to saving his brother, Bash. But it was all a fabrication. A beautifully crafted lie. He laid there, stiff as a board, emotionless. The man beside him — known among the underground as the devil in a suit—had fooled him into believing there was still some trace of humanity left in him. Julian now realized how foolish he’d been to trust even an ounce of that illusion.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

I demand as I slam him against the car. “They come around every once in a while conning people out of money. She summoned a few of those demons you killed.” “Where is she?” I snap. My anger only doubles when he frantically shakes his head. Useless. His hands reach out to me to grab a fist full of my shirt, but he quickly lets go knowing that his antics won’t help him be heard. “I could find her…lure her here with promises of money.” He’s panting for breath at this point, “she’s cursed by the devil, real piece of work.” His eyes are wide and wild as he recalls the nightmare girl. “She touches you and sees your fears...your nightmares and her crazy mother makes them come true. Screwed up famil

My insides twist on seeing more evidence of how wrong and mistaken I was. My father truly loved my mother and me. Both Leif and I were led down a misguided path of revenge on an innocent man. But Leif was still right to keep me a secret because this woman here is the real devil. "I always knew about the cheating." She regains her former strength. "That day I came to see you, I was only there to see what I was up against. When you took the fall for the meek little wife, obviously under Leif's instructions, I knew I had you right where I wanted you."

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.

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.