The Lab Rats Devil's Train Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

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.

Audrey’s POV The devil was here. It was like anytime I thought of him or wanted to think of him, his face magically pops up and we’re seeing each other. His black hair was done in the same way Asher’s own was, his eyes staring straight at me as he sat down on the same seat Asher just stood up from. “Princess, if you had told me there was going to be an occasion where you'd dress up as beautiful like this, I would have gone in to…”

But nothing happened! He just strode to Monica and spat his words carelessly, "Do you doubt my sight?" "More like your judgement," Monica confessed genuinely. "Exactly," Philip explained, "I am certain it was a rat I saw." The man shaped a retort when his eyes caught a glance of something that stole his interest, "There it is!" Earl was the first to rush for his barrel gun, "The bet is up again Your Grace. I get the warthog, I'm superior." Then he jumped down his brown horse with such speed you'd think he saw what he was going for.

Each step brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and the weight of their mission pressed upon them. As they ventured deeper into the den, the red light intensified, casting an eerie crimson glow on their faces. The air grew thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the atmosphere. Emilia's heart raced in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement intertwining within her. She knew that their encounter with the devil would be a pivotal moment, one that would test their mettle and determine the fate of their friend, Violet. Finally, they reached a large chamber, bathed in an intense red radiance. In the center stood a towering figure, cloaked in darkness yet emanating a sin

Emma hated her life at that moment. “You, you are the merchandise, poppet,” Mr Muscle informed her. “Are you crazy? I’m a person, not a thing,” she screamed at them. “Bitch, you are a person who we will sell to other persons. You will make them enjoy themselves for a while and then it will be the next person’s turn,” Mr Tiny told her. “But first I need to sample you. We need to know what price to set,” he grinned and started moving towards her.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

“ I don't want you doing anything irrational, that'll probably ruin the plan, I know how much you hate them and want them dead. But still, be reasonable.” “ I am being reasonable. If I wasn't reasonable I wouldn’t be here.” Godfather sighed and signalled the guards which stood beside him and soon, they distributed documents across the table. Alex grabbed one and opened it. I didn't want to look inside but my curiosity didn't waver, so then I decided to push my nonchalant attitude to the side and peak a little and what I saw made me my stomach churn. Grosteque images of women, naked, their bodies stained with blood, their bodies marked with a symbol of a sword piercing a bird. I didn't need a