The Devil Inside Her Novels & Stories

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

She turned her head to meet the Devil's icy, harsh gaze. Oh my God! After yet another fight, she began to choke on her vomit. She gritted her teeth and kept her mouth shut to avoid drawing attention. The Devil's attention quickly shifted from her to another target, and he pinned them with his angry look. Why is she so depressed? His singing voice was sophisticated and silky, and it was really lovely. Similar to the voice of the Devil. "She has a lot of internal wounds to deal with. Now, I think it's acting up.

He chuckles making his chest vibrate. "Let me tell you a story. " This make her look up at him. He looks back . The various lights from the carnival make his eyes sparkle. "There was a devil ,you know an evil person.Then he saw an angel and wanted to have her. No cage her! he waited for many years to have her in his cage. He watched her to age into a beautiful girl. he watched her from far away! The devil inside of him couldn't wait anymore and was always planning to cage her , possess the angel. So he went with the plan to bring her in his dark cage and never let her go!"

she thinks she is some angel or goddess ordering, teasing and bullying everyone what kind of a girl she is roaming with two boys always such a playgirl I seen a locket fallen down is it her's may be it fallen down when we bumped into eachother should I give it to her but why should I give it to her what if she loose it or have it she is highly rich she can buy hundreds of these types but what if this is important to her what I should do now okay whatever as a humanity I will give it to her I know she is a devil but I'm a human I went inside and searched for her she is not there then I went near their cars she is there standing with those two guys and another girl I went near her I can see he

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.

He had stripped her of everything, even her memories, her dignity. He'd come everyday, the devil, to inject a dark liquid inside of her that'd make her numb, weak and would make an unbearable pain spread through her whole body, especially her bump. Curled against the wall, with the shackles around her ankles and wrists, she rocked back and forth. Her eyes closed as she slowly fell into oblivion, another dark abyss where there was no escape. She woke up to the sound of the door opening. It banged shut, and she opened her eyes to see the devil approaching her.

"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."

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”