The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

“Dream on” Her breath caught, fear coiling in her stomach. “I didn’t agree to this! I didn’t sign anything willingly!” He raised an eyebrow, calm and unbothered. “Are you stupid? knowing you graduate with flying colors, you are this stupid!.” She froze. “I… I —”

"I think he has a point. I'm not one to judge people, but she seems genuine. She has been with you since your injury and even tried to spend the night here. I had to practically force her to go home. Dare I say she might even like you." "I think you are wrong Felipe." My mind went back to the kiss we shared. "Think about it. What woman would go out of her way for a man she didn't need anything from? She couldn't possibly be after your money, she has tons of it." I sighed, giving up. "I don't know, that woman is difficult to read. I wish I could know how her mind works." "Why do you think she's called the devil? You can never know what she's thinking."

Everyone including him had a dark side,all he needed to do was find hers and bring the real her out. It was now his ultimate mission.His greatest accomplishment would be to capture this lady.Never had he ever felt so fired up to do evil or maybe it was the title they had just handed him.He was the Devil now and itching to corrupt an innocent lady was nothing. He thought about every possiblity and way of having her in his sin's grasp.All he saw was a lady who had to discover herself and have the time of her life with any dick she could get her hands on. He was going to make her beg him to make her come.Where she was going to come exactly was for him to decide.After he was done with her,she wo

Silence. “Don’t stop.” She whispered. That was all I needed. I tugged her dress up, slowly revealing her trembling thighs. My hands slid beneath the fabric, my fingers brushing soft, bare skin. She gasped as I pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. “You thought about me doing this, didn’t you?” I murmured against her throat, biting down lightly. “You imagined it. You dreamt of being underneath me.” She didn’t answer but her hips moved into my touch, her body betraying every secret her mouth refused to tell.

"Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Xerxes was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Daemon waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Daemon," Xerxes repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here.” Daemon said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Xerxes sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

Delicious rivets of pleasure rush south. Ah fuck, how am I to spend the night in the same room as her? “You know you’re straight out of a fantasy novel, only… the girl like me doesn’t usually get the guy.” She says with a devilish smile as I tighten my arms around her waist, “Then let me break it to you… this is no fairy tale…” I whisper, brushing my fingers along the smooth skin of her hip. She bites her lips. “Then what is this?” “A reality… where I shall fulfil every dream that you will ever have… whether that’s a goal on your bucket list or your dirtiest darkest fantasy… I’ve sold my soul to Lucifer herself… I’m yours to command My Devilish Goddess.” I whisper huskily.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

My dreams were filled with me running around, ghosts chasing me, a dog was after me this time, he wasn’t alone, it was a whole pack, I tried to walk between the sleeping dogs, but they woke up and now are chasing me, I got in some chop but the things are all messed up, every turn I took, drove me deeper into the darkness, until I was in a dark alley, something was still chasing me, it almost got me, that’s when I woke up. I sat up looking around, I wanted to scream for Devil, she knows how to chase the dream away, she knows how to make me feel better but I was alone, there was no one here with me, I was still asleep on the sofa, Devil never leave me on the sofa, she always carry me inside to