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."

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

It didn’t take long before she fell asleep and her attempt to rest and have some peace failed as her sleep was plagued with strange dreams. She dreamed of fighting what could only be described as a demon with a sword made of fire. She saw herself flying through the sky and beneath her was a river of blood. From flying, she started to fall and the blood on the ground caught on fire and just as she was about to land on it, someone caught her and saved her life, but when she looked at his face, it was yet another demon and he let her go.

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.