The Devil Made Me Do It Book Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

I gnashed my teeth and bit down hard on his palm, but he didn't even flinch. “I’ll have you know,” he continued, his voice laced with mocking amusement, “that you won’t be able to defend yourself if you scream and someone bursts in to find you with a man, especially on your very own bed.” He waited, his grip firm on my mouth, until he was sure I wouldn’t scream before slowly removing his hand. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that I wouldn’t dare cause a scene. I had done nothing wrong, and I absolutely refused to be subjected to the injustice of his presence. This realization fueled my anger to a boiling point. The name ‘devil’ truly suited him. He was as sinful and as cunning as Lucife

“But I’ve read that book, too. What does all this have to do with your burning down the drive-in?” “That wouldn’t surprise me at all, sir, and I might humbly suggest you try reading it again sometime. The point I was coming to is that The Adversary is also in the room, Detective. And he does intervene.” “Forgive me, Reverend, but are you telling me the Devil made you do it?”

Pulling over at the tiny garage of the cabin, I got out of the car with the speed of lightning. I banged on the door impatiently, seconds later, the door flew open. Sage appeared, with a disgusting smile on her face. " You came!" She beamed. The devil in me, the dark side of me, wanted to lock the doors and windows, take her to the bathroom in the pretence that I cared and then drown her in the bathtub. That's how desperate I was, plus she brought it upon herself the moment she drugged me. Do it! Do it!

He never knew this devil could actually care for someone to the point that he was willingly placing a cold towel on a person's head to reduce the temperature, and that person too was a woman. Almost immediately, a thought popped up in his mind. “Maybe he's changed from being a devil to a caring guy.” But he soon regretted what he thought when he heard Alexander's cold voice say, “Are you going to keep standing there like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, or will you come over here before I come and chop off that ugly face of yours?” “He will never change.” The old man thought in his mind and shook his head, then walked over to the devil's side before he really chops off his head.

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane. He held it up like evidence in court, the pages fluttering. “Snatched this gem from you the other day. Knew you were deep in it. What, ten pages from the end? I finished it myself last night.” He grinned devilishly, and my chest squeezed hard, like it was about to combust. “Fuck, Cindy, the shit in here… it’s pure filth. Balls deep in demon dick and submission games. I didn’t peg you for such a dirty reader.”

And I stood there— phone still pressed to my ear— knowing with absolute certainty— that I'd just made a deal with the devil. Or something worse

He ferociously glared at her, shooting daggers out of his eyes in hopes of killing Veronica in one strike. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was now on the bed with Sebastian atop her, propping his hand on the bed as he glared at her beneath him. "Oh really? Do you want to try and see if it's pleasing to the body?" He asked sinisterly, an evil grin threatening to be released from his face. For once, Veronica stiffened as her back drenched in sweat. It was then she realized she had sucessfully angered the great devil. Not wanting to lose the battle, she pretended to be unaffected as she twirled the corner of his sleeves pyjamas seductively while batting her lashes.

Her enemies will burn worlds to stop her. And deep inside her… a child grows stronger. A child who has already killed once. A child who speaks forbidden spells from the womb. A child destined to save creation — or end it. In Book Two of The Devil You Called series, Sarai must choose: Fight to keep her humanity… or embrace the darkness inside her and become exactly what the realms fear: The mother of the end. Chapter one Absolutely — here is Book Two: The Devil You Carry — Chapter One, continuing seamlessly from the shock of the last chapter. This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power.

She recalled Matthew's furious, booming voice as he snatched the sobbing child from her hands, while Fali had merely watched the scene with cold annoyance, without so much as a flicker of remorse toward her own young daughter. Fali grunted in suppressed irritation, wiping her face angrily with her hand as she tossed the glowing cigarette butt out the window into the dark street, muttering under her breath with palpable disgust: — "Damn it... What kind of vile memories are surfacing now?!" She slammed her foot onto the gas pedal, sending the car accelerating into the darkness, fleeing from a hideous past she desperately tried to bury beneath layers of paint, fame, and superficial titles.