The Exorcist Novel Novels & Stories

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

Ohhhh my God, I was wet already; I pressed into him, needing the solid warmth of his body against the chill that had settled in my bones since the tunnels. I felt his hardened dick on my skin, but I held it strongly and told him to calm down. So...we didn’t go further than that, absolutely not there, not in daylight. We were just touching, reassuring ourselves we were still alive and still together in this madness. “I read more of the pages last night,” I whispered against his neck. “My father’s notes were there. He found proof that the ‘saint’ Lucian was poisoned during a fake exorcism. They buried him alive for three days before he finally died. All to keep the early Church’s secrets.”

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

she added and Jenny slumped to the ground and we saw Lisa's shadow as she stood above Jenny. The exorcist began saying things I couldn't understand - Latin I think- as he pointed the cross in Lisa's direction and we saw her shadow on the wall as she moved towards him and he said his words faster. I took discreet steps towards Jenny on the floor and I tried to get her to wake up. After a couple of shakes, rushed words out of the mouth of the exorcist and hopeful prayers in my mind, Jenny finally opened her eyes and she stared at me. “Luna I am so sorry.” She pleaded.

My body wouldn't stop shaking. Because this time he wasn’t coming for me. He was coming for my daughter. ~~~~ I know, I know... you were probably expecting Lucien to end Adrian right here and snatch Aurora away. But Lucien has a certain... class 😈. But don't be fooled, he is no saint either 😉. So fasten your seatbelts, and get ready to witness 50 shades of Lucien 🌚 Follow me on 1snt@ for further updates, teasers, and story graphics.

From that moment on, everyone prepared for the meeting of the messenger from the Underworld. ~~~~~~ On July 10, 2018, Damon and Marco were patrolling the area as usual. As they split up, one to patrol the front of the house and the other to patrol the back, an intruder burst into the garden and Damon sensed his presence immediately. It was a new demon, certainly none of Salvador's companions, but some other whose aura he did not know, probably one of the army Salvadore was gathering. The intruder was at the back of the house, which was Damon's premise. He was tall, slim, with short blonde hair and dreadfully blue eyes. It didn't take Damon long to catch him - he was still a young and inexper

She hoped he suffered for eternity, he was going to learn just what she could do and he was not more powerful than her. She rolled over got up on her hands and knees, and heaved hard. What looked like a smokey black ribbon came out of her mouth and she grabbed it pulling it out. She gagged a few times, but had the odd looking worm like thing on the floor. It wriggled and she gripped it in one hand. She squeezed hard as she recited the exorcism rights and her hand glowed a blue color, the thing flaked to dust. She then vomited right then, a black ink that hit the floor with a splat.

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

It was probably nothing, he thought **. Adams led Ichabod to a small house close to the market’s street. They had parked Simon’s car somewhere close, so they had to trek. It was already getting dark and only few houses around had electricity. Ichabod followed, wondering whom they were about to meet. Was she a sort of witch or a demon? He couldn’t say, yet his curiosity got the better part of him. As they got to the balcony of the house, Adams pushed the door opened and they were enveloped by the blackness of the interior. Ichabod could perceive the scent of dried herbs mixed with chemicals.