The Devil In Me Game Novels & Stories

Inside, she could see the blurred outline of something sleek, silver, and shaped to cut through the air faster than anything on the market. Whatever game she’d been forced into, it was bigger than she’d guessed. And for the first time since she’d entered the corridor, she wondered if even she had underestimated the danger. This wasn’t the end of the game. This was the board breaking.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

“I tagged myself in. I like to play games too. We'll call this one, bullseye.” Mia's heart thundered as she looked up and saw the devil.

Inner Devil 2, convulsing like a cartoon electrocuted by pleasure: ‘AHHH! I just came for the third time, and I’m not even the one getting railed!’ Inner Devil, riding a flaming mechanical bull, waving a lasso: ‘YEE-HAW! Forget baptizing the penthouse, let him bless every surface, Freya! The couch! The kitchen! The damn chandelier if it holds!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Welcome to the Grand Opening of Freya’s Pleasure Palace! Starring: Sir Kenneth and His Holy Sword!’

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

Chapter 22 “Tell me to shut up and I’ll scream your name,” I sang as I went outside the mansion. It has been days since I started calling this my home, and Cairo’s room as mine too. We’ve been playing this game for almost a week now and I don’t know if it his gestures are genuine or is it part of an act. Well, I don’t know if I can keep up with his game either. “What’s so good this morning, Señorita Sumeria?” The devil asked while smirking at me. He is wearing his casual wear today and I am glad that he matched his shirt with my white tank top.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

She was trapped. " You owe me one?" He said with his deep voice, you could only imagine what thoughts were running through his mind. Mirabel unknowingly signed a deal with the devil and there was no turning back. "Ye..yes," she said cowering in fear, 'what was happening, she wondered. "And..." Axel said but paused for a little before he continued, "You'll repay the next time we meet?" he asked another question, Axel was intentionally using his words to trap her down.