The Devil Inside Her Novels & Stories

It was his devil smirking at him in delight for destroying her innocence with his savagery, her piousness with his darkness. 'Fuck you too bastard!!!', he snarled, aggresively punching in the face of the devil wearing a benevolent facade but it was the glass that shattered beneath his bruised fist. He stared at the innumerous lanceolate pieces scattered on the wet tile. Each pieces backscattering his wrongful soul and the devil multiplied instead of vanishing just like the devil that pervaded his entire being! Would the devil within him ever let her go or forever keep her captive inside these blood curdling chambers filled with nothing but slow death, despair and forever loneliness?

It didn’t belong on Bella, didn’t belong on any human face. She was the devil, no doubt. She stood in the middle, her silk dress torn and hanging askew, her bare feet sticky against the polished wood floor where droplets of blood had already begun to pool. The rise and fall of her chest was sharp, unhinged, as though every breath fuelled the madness burning inside her. “Yes,” she whispered at last. The sound crawled down my spine. Her voice cracked, raw yet sharp, like glass breaking under pressure. “If that’s what it takes to keep you, Bryan… then yes. I am the devil.”

I kept searching but could found nothing, this doesn’t make any sense, how did she know she’s living with me now, Devil and her must have communicated somehow, I opened her writing application, I checked her messages, someone was leaving her comments about how her psycho is looking for her, Elle was replying with her not knowing it’s Devil who’s leaving the comments, she replied saying she lost her psycho. It was Elle last update that got my attention, she wrote about being hurt, about being in pain, about how she was heartbroken from being accused of being a whore, she didn’t like that, she explained how she had to exchange her life, how she never cheated, how she had to exchange her freedo

Anyways, it's not like she had a choice and deep down, she was willing to go to hell, to be his servant if possible his minions so she will have the powers to come back for revenge. There's no way she's letting her dad go, not after what he's done to her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the man before her, his beauty was out of this world. " Is he truly the devil?" She thought to herself. She's always heard stories of the devil being a monster and an ugly being but, this was the exact opposite. More like light and dark. "Are you, an angel? " She found herself asking. "Why that name, of all names?" He seems to be angry by her question. It will be better if she addressed him with different

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

“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.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The power to make him lose himself and that made my stomach flip. He shoved back in, deeper this time, hitting the back of my throat until I choked again. My mascara streaked down my face. My thighs clenched together as slick soaked my panties. I was soaked. From his foul mouth. From the way he degraded me and called it devotion. I had this. His darkness. His madness. Only I had it. “Fuck, you’re drooling all over me,” he grunted. “Fuck, I should hate you. But look at you…” He paused just long enough to reach down, pushing my dress up, his fingers sliding roughly between my thighs.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ When the devil swore with the intention of destroying your life, she doesn’t come out wth horns. She's best to win you if she walks in wearing velvet heels, all dressed on silk, the exact one that hug your body shamelessly. This time, she's dedicated to hugging every regret you succeeded in burying and with the deadly smile: “Remember how you kissed me?” Her name?