The Devil Made Me Do It Book Novels & Stories

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

It was larger than her bathroom at home and decorated in black marble and brass fixtures with white details. She used the toilet and then washed her face in cold water, staring in the mirror at her own face. What had she agreed to? Could she do this? Surely it would be better to sell herself to the devil she knew than several unknown devils each night? Emma noticed her hands were shaking. She took a couple of deep breaths and focused on trying to keep her hands steady. The shaking wasn’t as noticeable at least, and she saw it as a victory. She walked back to Bane’s office.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

And no one actually bothered to speak to me. The maids left food but that was it and it was driving me crazy. Nikolai on the other hand seemed to have vanished totally from existence since the party. I sat cross-legged on the bed and glared at the book lying open in my lap. I had already read it, twice along with the other six books someone had dumped into my room. I groaned and threw the book across the room. It smacked against the wall and landed on the carpet. I needed something to do that did not involve me sitting around and replaying every humiliating moment of my life.

“…just like your mother.. You are a bigger devil than she ever was.” My eyes flew open and the steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands. The engine was still running.. Sunlight had finally broken across the skyline. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as the words echoed inside my skull. You’re a monster… Just like your mother… You’re a devil..

Her door opens without a sound. There she is. Curled on her side. Breathing even. She looks... untouchable like this. “Why can’t I just hate you?” The words slip out before I can stop them. My eyes drop to the dresser. A book. I pick it up. Yellow streak across the page. Thick. Messy. She used syrup. “The devil doesn’t only wear horns. He wears control like a suit.” I stare at it. A smile cuts across my mouth. I don’t mean for it to.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.