The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

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 keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

Akshara hurried her way to the dungeon, forced her body against the walls of the dungeon, and cried loud enough to wake the drowsy, ferocious beast. Akshara doesn’t even mind the ferocious animal’s presence and thinks, "I don’t mind being eaten by any beast. I prefer death to live in this hell. The Devil is to be blamed for my condition." She closed her eyes hard and tried to search for Dev in her dreams. Akshara ran to the shadow of a man who exactly looked like Dev. The shadow dissolved in the air, deceiving her into a vein. Her tiresome mind reflected the image of Dev in all the empty corners of the realm of dreams. Akshara ran after them, touching, hugging, and hoping to get hold of Dev.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

The amount of times he had said that he didnt know where to start was starting to infuriate her. "How about you start with how i am dreaming and seeing some really weird shit" She spat He snapped his head to attention "What kind of dreams?" She stopped walking and looked down "I dont... know.... its like apocalyptic" "Explain" He demanded "I saw ...the devil" Lucien's eyes flashed with concern "Before i saw you and that banshee arrived. She was there. She wanted me to go with her" Lucien remained silent "The stupid thing is.... i really wanted to go with her"

“Is that what you want me to be? Afraid? You would have to pay me then. For a price, I'll become a scream queen.” I chuckled incredulously, because I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I was looking at. “I’m the one owed a debt and you want me to pay you?” She shrugged. “I guess the fear factor is off the table. So what's it going to be Mr devil?” I shook my head, as I walked towards the door. There just was no way she was a real person. “Hey you can't leave me here without answering my question! That's not fair Mr Devil. Mr devil?!” She kept screaming.

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”