The Devil Made Me Do It Book Novels & Stories

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

And if he wants something he can do anything to make it his. what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decided to make the girl his? ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ COPYRIGHT ' Devil's Addiction ' All rights reserved. All Rights Reserved. No part of This book May be reproduced in any shape or form, without the writer's consent Events and characters Portrayed in This book is fictional. Any Similarities To a real person, living or dead,

"I am surprised the Master did visit the library to learn. I mean, you're the devil, the god of all knowledge, and you don't need any book to find your answers because they're all in your mind." Luci turned to him, he smiled. "You're absolutely right, Mr Thompson, I am the devil. But I'm gonna tell you some thing you don't know. God read books, Mr Thompson, God read books. And as long as God reads books, so must the devil read one too." He waved a smile at him before leaving the library. Mr Thompson stood with his mouth slightly opened in surprise. Did he just say God read books? He went to his office, sitting on his black leather chair as he went through the book from the start. He was cert

She had arrived a few minutes ago, and I had mentioned that soon the strange boys would be my neighbors. "Let's forget about that, girls. They're handsome and serious. There's nothing wrong with that," Alessa retorted. "Have you ever read a book?" Karina and I looked at her expectantly—did she know how to read? "Do you?" Karina mocked. Alessa shrugged nonchalantly. "My sister left one in my room, and since Mom had taken away my phone, I had no choice but to entertain myself with it. I liked the story—a typical playboy, handsome, and popular guy."

KRIS: It's been a month since I last had any contact with The Devil himself. People knew we were not together anymore and luckily for me, no one has asked about it. Not even my friends nor my mom. I wasn't ready to delve into my horrific tale: the tale of the girl that fell in love with her father's killer. Worse than telling people of my ordeal, was how I felt. Void. Like my heart had been ripped out of me. There was also this constant feeling of guilt nagging at me.

I handed her back the book. "The Devil's Share," she said as she showed me the cover, before placing it in a pile beside her computer. "I've heard you guys go on about this for years. Seems like every now and again, I get another burned-out, blue-belly tough nuts, sitting in that chair, acting as if he could care less about the jag-off he just offed... Some horrific act of humanity that doesn't bother him, yet he can't cope with. However, in your particular case, you were dealing with things before you even got into the job... Right?"

The head demon who sat beside me suggested, and my brow arched at his words. He was right. I had been in so much haste and hadn't checked the book after the first read. I only knew I needed to sell my soul to the devil and also kill Lena, but was that all that was required? "I need to check the book again!" I said with a single nod. "Now you have made the right decision." I heard the voice of Lucifer in me and that made my eyes brighten. "Really?" I muttered, and he made a short, croaky laugh.

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

I said pointing at the direction of where I thought the pull was coming from. " They are probably fucking her," she said and I raised my brows in confusion, I don't know what she was talking about. " Someone is fucking who," I asked as I picked up my underwear slipping my foot into it. " I saw her with a Bartender at the night club." I growled as a furious rage took over my senses, I feared that I couldn't control my anger as I felt my demon taking over my body and soul. I quickly wore my shirt and pants before teleporting my self to the direction of the pull ignoring the voice of Kathy who was nagging and ranting.

But after that day, I resolved in my heart to make a name for myself and maybe then I can let the girl know who the real killer was. When I became Dante, the most feared man in Italy, I began to search for her, not until I heard she danced at a club. I knew Salvatore was using her to get to me, but I couldn't care less. I wanted it all to end. And when she fell into my hands, I knew it was time. *** (PRESENT DAY) When I was done talking, I glanced towards where Emily laid on the bed with a series of connections passing through her body.