The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

Her shoulder ached from the awkward position of the heavy cast, and she tried to turn but ran into a hard chest. Damiano… Thea sucked in her breath as she came face-to-face with the unshaven, disheveled man sleeping next to her. He looked terrible, she thought, filling her eyes and her heart with him. ‘His hero…’ This was the way Damiano saw her, but she saw it differently… In her opinion, they were each other’s personal heroes. More than that. He was her personal angel. Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’.

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

No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full blown sociopath. She collapses patiently on the wall thinking of all the memories she had with him and all the times they spent making promises only God can keep. She would say damn God for cursing their fate like she had said in past weeks but she has no energy left in her to even let out a whimper. She has no tear left to cry. All that is left in her is a big hollowness clothed with darkness and no hope of light. She hears the sound of footsteps clicking against the hard ground and halts just in front of her.

KNOX POV "There she is." Fawaz pointed. Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow! Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks. He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice. (DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

She trusted him, That was her mistake. That night she saw the real devil, her mind screams nothing but betrayal, hateness for him. The way he raped her make her literally change. She doesn't even only hate him, she also hate this hell. From then she realized something, that now she is his. She have to accept this, she felt disgusting whenever she remembered that even when she is a married woman, he is still crazy for her.

Yes, most surely the devil himself, though he looked like Corrompero and smelled like Corrompero and sounded like Corrompero. “I tasted your shattered innocence, your vile needs and desires,” is what the devil said next. His round face reddened with firelight, he moved closer. “On his fingers I tasted your fall from grace and the end of all your dreams.” Corrompero pulled close, the remembered feel of his hand resting against the small of her back forcing her near causing her to grit her teeth, the blue veins crisscrossing her hand bulging as she gripped the cold metal. A rain began to fall, the drops pitter-pattering against the plastic covering her head and wetting the church steps at her

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

She bit down on her lip to prevent herself from laughing at her own joke. “Did you, now?” I stepped closer, knowing she had another pillow behind her back. “Yes, but I can see how it’s not a kidnapper, but rather The Devil decided to pay me a visit. I guess the Holy Water didn’t work.” She said and swung the pillow at me again, aiming for my head. I blocked with my arm, pulled it out of her grip, and threw it to the side. “The Devil, you say?” I gave her a devilish smirk as I walked closer to her, watching the amusement in her eyes. I came to a stop in front of her and pulled her into me.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.