The Devil's Chair Novels & Stories

"Stop that now! We don't do that here, we pray in Lucifer's name. Now quick, go in." Ryan just stood there shaking like a jellyfish before he entered into the devil's chamber. Ryan was shocked beyond words. He didn't know the devil's chamber will be as scary as this. He cursed the day he stepped his for on the sacred mountains, he wished he just ignored the mountain without giving it a second look. He tried to figure out a way of leaving the devil's chamber but he couldn't, immediately he entered, the door was automatically locked. The room was dark and it smelt of blood, fresh blood and stale blood. Everything on the room was in red and black except some human skeletons and bones dangling o

(Adelaide) Adelaide stared at Thane with open contempt. He didn’t even glance at her. She wondered if that was deliberate—if ignoring her would make it easier later, when people spoke of her in the past tense. “Tradition speaks,” he continued. “The Devil will appear when the moon crests silver at its highest point. He will take form from shadow and flame. He will call forth the hunt.” A tremor rippled through the girls to her left. Someone whimpered quietly.

" The devil is in the details . " ©#KCMmuoe

Maybe Dean should have found out and told me. I find myself walking around and looking. It is a nice room, expensive, but empty. There isn’t even a bed? So, what, does Mr Devil have a thing for chair sex? I laugh at the thought, then hear the door open, I turn and watch as he walks in and locks the door behind him. He quietly walks to the side and pours two drinks. Two? Is that why he paid so much? I’m used to it now, but usually, the rules are you have to state if there is more than one man. I look around, but there is no other doors, and he locked that. So who is the second guy?

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

It’s the place where the torture takes place. The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood. At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself. Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party. But that thought will undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil’s expression becomes illuminated. The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

I went down on my knees before him, held his gaze and slowly undid his belt. “Let me give you a reward, my big bad boy." His lips cracked slightly apart. He eases himself into the chair, I took out his belt and freed the mighty monster who had been waiting all this while. It had stretched to full length and was rock hard. I gave it a pat. It twitched under my touch. The cap glistened. My throat bobbed. I ran the tip of my tongue over the cap, Valentine drove his hands into my hair and squirmed, “Do it daredevil."

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

But as their drinks arrived—coffee for him, a cinnamon chai for her—the air shifted. At the table beside them, two women leaned close over their phones, whispering with wide eyes. “…they say it was intentional. A full explosion. No survivors—at least not officially.” “They’re saying it was the Director of the Consortium himself, and his wife. You remember that scandal? The woman with the dress at the balcony seeing off her lover or something?” Ayra stiffened. Her fingers paused on the lip of her cup. Lucian reached over and covered her hand, his touch steady and grounding.