Cage Of Souls

I woke up in a cage, left in his arms. "You can't keep me here." "Watch me." Dante de León is forty-six. Silver haired. Dangerous. He took me. Won't explain why. Won't let me go. "I'm not yours!" "Your body says different, little wolf." Then she walked in. Ice blue eyes. Centuries old. Deadly. "Poor thing. He thinks you're only his." Two immortal enemies who want me. One impossible pull I can't fight. "I'm twenty. You're both..." "Old enough to ruin you properly," he growls. "And make you beg for more," she whispers. 🔥 Caged. Claimed. Fated. 🔥They'll burn the world down before they let me go. But I'm the one playing with fire.

[Mature content] Innocent Isabella doesn't know where her fate will take her. She was unaware of the result of her birth. She does not know that whatever has happened or is going to happen in her life is controlled by someone. The more she runs, the further it will hunt her. "You killed my mother. You are the curse in my life. You are the reason, I lost everyone. I am alone because of you. If killing myself is the only way I can free myself, then fine I will die with a smile. "Darling, do you think I will let you? I am the master of your body, your soul. My name is written in your every breath. Even if you want to die you have to get my permission. Why don't you submit your body to me? Your body is longing for my touch. Don't deny it." "Whenever I come close to you, I can smell your wetness." A devil's clutch is a cage, even your soul will not have the power to escape from it. ***** Isabella is Westwood's student, everything was perfect in her life until one day someone enters her peaceful life, with the mystery of her birth slowly unfolding before her eyes. But she was too late to save herself from the demon who had already imprinted his name on every part of her body. [What if Isabella is not a human? What if Isabella needs blood one day to subdue her hunger. What if Her SOUL is not her soul] Alexander, the "Satan" the real king of hell, the real ruler of hell. When he leaves Hell because of a woman, chaos ensues in Hell. Even Lucifer could not stop himself from noticing the woman who had drawn Satan's attention.

Whenever I close my eyes, the same scene plays in my mind over and over. But this nightmare never ends. Waking up is the true nightmare. I am stuck in a series of harrowing encounters. One that will never end. ~~~~~ Abused, broken and used. She didn't expect it all to happen to her when she stepped in to save a friend. Will she ever escape her eternal prison or be enslaved all her life?

10 years earlier, Jason drives down a dark deserted road on his way home from a birthday party, when he sees a red haired woman walking along side the road. Picking her up, he finds out that she is not what he thinks she is. Instead, he ends up losing his soul. Spending the next 10 years of his life looking over his shoulder, he eventually comes to the realization that the only way to get his soul back is to kill her. Does he find and kill her or does she haunt him for eternity. Find out in The Soul Eater.

Hell is empty and the all devils are here.. The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us,its the darkness in own heart we should fear.They say only bad people go to hell,but what happens when the good ones desperately seeks the kingdom of hell? A quest to find one thing. The only thing that can restores balance to the upside world of Kerik Renfred. After watching her only reason and motivation for living well, sadly sink down like a stone. Kerik must finally chose to either drown in her misery, or fight and take back what is rightfully hers.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.