The Devil Inside Her Novels & Stories

Did she fear that I would erupt her vagina? I smirked and bent her over to me, running my cock outside the walls of her pussy before sliding in. Emily let out a curse, her legs vibrating as I went in deeper. “Please,” she cried out. I bit my lips and held her waist as I stroked her pussy. Then I increased my pace, making it impossible for her to catch a breath. It wasn't until I sprayed a load of cum on her ass did she take a deep breath of satisfaction. I wiped my cock and watched as she tried to steady herself.

Hell no I have given her hundreds of glares in the past few hours of the day. “Oh my gosh you're all red again” she chuckled “Are you helping me pick my outfit or not?” I asked walking off. We had come to buy new office wears for me as I will be one of the designers of RiverStyle. But I haven't made any choice as my mind keeps wandering off. And the witch behind me was not helping matters Julie remained silent. But her smiles never disappeared. “How about seducing him while at the office…” “Julie!” I could feel the amused stares around us. But the devil stood, holding her mouth. Amused

So Noir practically hid Blanche on his wings, let her stay with them, met Zara that became his ex-wife, met his half-brother, Doe, basically everyone that's dear to him, everyone that Blanche wished to have. But still, just like someone who jumps in the air, she needs to get back on the ground. She has pulled back again to the organization and that's when she met the devil. She assured her that's everything will be ordered just like she want if she just submits back to her. And who can't say no to that? The devil knew what she did and she's being hated so what's stopping her to say 'no' to her? Just like what the devil said, she can be a man and a woman, she can do things others can't, she c

This is just him, letting his lust out. And I feel like a dirty woman. I know, I shouldn't feel this way. But if I stay here any longer, I might end up falling for him again . And that's what scares me, I don't want to get to that point. He is ruthless and a devil. And I know that whatever I feel for him will never be recuperate. And I'm being sold to a Heartless devil. And that devil is Hace Alejandro Mondeñego.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

Stripping herself naked in front of the mirror she saw her hideous reflection looking at back at her sadly. A mocking laugh left her pale lips as she couldn't help but to pity her own pathetic looking body which was totally drowned in blood and scars. A long scar was imprinted on the edge of her left eye and which reached till her cheek bone. She is disgusted by her own self she doesn't want anyone to look at her like this, being weak and pathetic. She knew that she couldn't bath by herself but still she refused the old lady just because of that sole reason. Disgusting! Vulnerable! Weak! Pathetic and Hideous! She got disgusted by her own form. She's more disgusted by knowing the fact that sh

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.