The Devil In Her Dreams Novels & Stories

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

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

I slightly trailed off in my words, and she scoffed. "Eat him and run, get his money, get his dick to ruin your pussy, and run so he would be forever enchanted and not look for you. You said you wanted his trust, why don’t you just join my team of dis-virgined bitches and stop being the good girl so your next victim would give you some sort of accolade? Men are assholes, they are remnants from hell who were given the chance to be amidst beautiful women. They are brainless and controlled by the devil… that asshole ex of mine blamed it on the devil. None of them are trustworthy. You just have to slap one in the face before they hit you back in a place that hurts most. Example: Klaus, the cute

She finished, with this dreamy look on her face which almost made me barf. “ Well, I don't care. Please tell your husband to let me go—” The dreamy look vanished, replaced with anger. “ Go?” A psychotic laugh followed. “ I won't let you go until you pay for even thinking that you could replace me.” With that, she pulled me up, kicking me across the room. My back crashing against the shelf, its contents falling to the ground, shattering to pieces. Tears burned in my eyes. Blood rolled from my lips.

She wouldn't miss this show for anything. What could the devil's son possibly cook?

-------- Dreaming, I saw Diana again. I saw her angel-like face. So enchanting and captivating. Her beauty... Her smile... Her soft skin... Her enticing eyes... Her perfect body but wait she changed. She's not Diana anymore. She now has goat-like horns. Her eyes were glowing red without a pupil. And she got a tail, a long pointed tail. She's a demon. .......................... " Ahhhhhhhhh", I almost fall from my bed. I was catching my breath as I regained myself from that weird dreams of mine.

Just being in the same area as her had my blood on fire. I could tell she was enthralled with the band as so many before her. After the concert I had made sure she would find band promotions anyway I could. Fliers, emails, social media. The first time I saw her in a Devil’s Night t-shirt I knew she was hooked. She was mine and soon she would know it too. Her name is Synestra Simmons and little does she know she holds the fate of the world in her hands.