The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

" Hehe! He is like a doll. Doesn't even move a little. Surely, it's a dream. Well, If it's a dream, Can I do anything that I can't do in reality?" The devilish grin appears with a spark in her dark brown eyes. Her pupils dance with excitement, while she jumps off the bed. Oddly, she still thinks she is having a very realistic dream and she doesn't want to believe his existence in the room. Because most of her nightmares look real to her when she can feel pain. So, she takes it as one of them but not as nightmares. " He is so handsome. Isn't he?" Her warm breath hits the lips of his. Her legs are around his waist, sitting on top of his belly, and she keeps bending over and doing what she like

The fabric flowed like liquid starlight, cut daringly low in the front to reveal the elegant line of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts that I had once thought were mine alone to admire. Her dark hair, usually pinned back in that conservative style I had grown accustomed to, now cascaded in loose waves past her shoulders, catching the light with each subtle movement. Diamond earrings—ones I didn't recognize, ones I certainly hadn't bought her—sparkled against her neck like captured stars. Her lips, painted a deep crimson that matched the fire in her eyes, curved in a smile I had never seen her wear for me. She looked like sin incarnate, like temptation given form, like every fanta

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Then she muttered, almost to herself, “What’s going on… Jesus.” Did she really not know it was him? A cruel idea popped into his head. His lips curled into a smirk as he said. “It’s not Jesus, It’s the devil.” his voice dropped some octaves as he purposely deepened it. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “What? No. Is this a dream?” pure horror was clear in her tone. Luciano didn’t answer right away. Then, in a tone that was almost gentle, he said, “It might be. But you better not open your eyes… unless you want to see the devil in your dreams.”

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

She must be several inches taller than me, seeing as her heels weren’t higher than mine and she only had to stretch a bit to drop a kiss to his jaw. Then she turned around and sauntered ahead of the two black cars waiting at the foot of the stairs. And, just like that, she was gone. The devil went towards the car at the back as Galileo instructed one of the three men, “Luiz, you’re riding with us. She’ll replace you.” “No, I won’t let my commodity out of my sight,” the devil stated, turning partially to face Galileo. “Boss, you know you can trust…” scar-face started before the devil cut him short.

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..