The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

I felt his knuckle rings glide against my torso, his hand traveling up to pin my neck to the wall again almost as if he was claiming me. A stranger claiming a random lady. How unreal. “I can be your poison. I can be the one they fear. For you.” He whispered, his lip brushing against my earlobe. "I'll give you the power you desire, and take them down for you,”. "What are you talking about?” I gagged. "I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.”.

I step inside, the floor creaking under my boots. She looks up instantly, like she’s been pulled from far away. “You should be resting,” I say quietly. “I couldn’t sleep.” Her voice is small, distant, but there’s a tension under it, like she’s holding something back. “Nightmares?” I ask. She nods faintly, fingers brushing her necklace again. “Memories,” she murmurs. “Of my parents.” The firelight flickers against her face, and I see the pain there, raw and real. For a moment, I see the little girl she must’ve been—terrified, running from something she couldn’t understand.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

“She’s been having dreams... horrifying ones at that. And it’s been happening frequently, and I don’t know if it’s a warning or... I don’t have a goddamn idea. And I used my demon sight.” “What?” he said, his voice loud. “I thought you said—” “I know what I said, but I had to. And I saw her dreams, Nathan. They’re bad, really bad.” “What did you see?” he asked, but I didn’t reply. I just kept my head down. “Nicholai, what did you see?” he asked again, this time more urgently. “Darkness.” He froze. “Nathan, whatever this is, I just hope it remains a drama, for all our sakes.”

Turning one of the scariest wolves in the world into a puppy overnight was far more frightening than when she’d slaughtered those rogues earlier. This… this was on another level. And suddenly, the perfect word to describe her surfaced in my mind. Devil. Yes. She was a devil. For a brief moment, I caught the slow curl of her lips, her gaze sparkling as if she’d heard my thoughts—amused, entertained, as though I hadn’t even begun to see the depths of her madness yet. But before I could process that unsettling realization, Dervic, who was still on top of me leaned closer. So close that only inches separated us.

Right here, right now, without moving an inch. But part of me still holds back. Part of me demands to maintain control. I don't know what's happening in her dreams, but her fingers are going to town inside her panties. If it's working in my favor, she's dreaming about me taking her in every possible position until her toes curl and all she can think about is how fucking incredible it feels. How incredible I feel, around her and inside her. The devil knows I dream about how she feels almost every night. Her brow furrows deeper, and her whimpers pitch into frustrated whines. I could make it all better for her—better than better—but still, I hold back and croak hollow praise into the night.

It didn’t belong on Bella, didn’t belong on any human face. She was the devil, no doubt. She stood in the middle, her silk dress torn and hanging askew, her bare feet sticky against the polished wood floor where droplets of blood had already begun to pool. The rise and fall of her chest was sharp, unhinged, as though every breath fuelled the madness burning inside her. “Yes,” she whispered at last. The sound crawled down my spine. Her voice cracked, raw yet sharp, like glass breaking under pressure. “If that’s what it takes to keep you, Bryan… then yes. I am the devil.”

Just for a second. Because he wasn’t entirely wrong. She remembered the strange dreams she’d been having lately—visions of dark forests, silver moons, whispers calling her name. She’d thought it was stress. Or too many late-night fantasy binge reads. But now, those dreams felt like memories surfacing from somewhere ancient, primal. Still, she wasn’t about to let him off the hook. “Don’t talk to me like you know me,” she snapped. “You don’t. You’re just some... some bloodsucking control freak who thinks fate gives him ownership over women.”

She whispers sadly. I release her hands and pull her close to my arms. However, my soul becomes heavy with guilt at what my mate suffered alone. “Tell me about the other dreams,” I ask quietly. My chest tightens as she continues to speak. “In another dream, I’m a servant again. I guess that’s my curse.” She whispers flippantly. “This time, I’m in some castle, and I’m carrying a large tray of food to a table when I run into you. I’m also filthy and covered with dirt and soot. In this dream, you also have a black knight’s armor. However, your emblem is different. You have some kind of horned bull with flames behind it. Anyway, you help me pick up the things from the floor. We barely talk when

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."