The Devil Inside Novels & Stories

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

"Yes! Yes! Tell me how much of a slut I am! Fuck my ass good and hard!" The Pastor threw hips harder. "The Devil lives in your house and in your tight little ass! The Devil has made you a cock loving slut! I can feel the Devil squeezing my cock inside your ass, you fucking whore!" Her hips pushed back into his thrusts. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my tight little ass! Oh God, yes! Yaaaaaaaassss!" Her legs trembled when holy hell exploded inside her. She flicked her angry bean while her ass clamped down on the Pastor's rod. She moaned, and groaned, and cursed the gods and heavens.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

not like some devil who teases me always thinking about devil here he comes I thought he will shout on her strangely he supported her later he praised her for coffee woah what exactly happening to this devil hey God did you listened to my prayers after all these years thank you god for showing a way for me atleast now this devil changes ♡SRISTE POV♡ I got ready early but due to mari we all became late whatever we reached to office by that time he didn't arrived yet I went to top floor one girl said he asked me to wait in his cabin I'm waiting for him by that time only I seen a fish I'm talking to it when I seen they're behind another man also with him the girl who sent me inside was lying th

“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.”

I asked frighteningly, he smirked. “Remember one day you came to check up on me in a room and everything was fucked up in there, no lights except the thundering and only covered in dammed dark, it was this room; the one in which I can be whatever I want to be, I’m free to let go of my inner devil,” he repeated it, giving me some deadpan vibes from the devil thing. “And what does your devil do?” I dared to use my tongue again, not realizing what I would hear next.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Uju shook her head slowly, watching the courage inside me grow with interest. "Of course, it is easy to put the blame on my son when the devil lives inside you. You can find him anywhere in the world even in the most deserted place. After all, he wanders day and night, seeking for who to destroy. I want you to know that the God I serve will not allow the devil inside of you to get to me because I am covered with the blood of Jesus Christ. I am filled with anointing that is greater than whatever is living inside of you." "There is no devil living inside of me," I reminded Mrs. Uju. "I am tired of your sick beliefs in the supernatural when you and I both know it

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

"I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't they be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K