Satan Lover Romane & Geschichten

“Shall I introduce myself once more?” Drawing a sinister smile unto his face, he proudly presents them his very identity. To the God that held him as IT’s holder, but with the flame that is neither an ally nor a foe. He is the cursed child, the cursed twin, and branded as Satan’s son with the blue flame he holds. “Arthur Gomez, holder of the elemental flame, Satan’s son as you all know and brand me be. The Maiden’s destined partner and Daniela’s twin.”

he teased. I showed him my finger and he was awed by the flashing of the radiant diamond ring. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!” he happily hugged me. I shared with him everything about Chad and me but he wasn’t shocked at all. "See what love can do?" he motioned for me to sit on the chair. "We say that love hurts but that's not true. Loneliness, rejection, and losing someone hurts," I furrowed because I didn't get him. "Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality - Love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain, suffering, and torture," he paused for a moment "And makes us feel great, amazing, and happy again," I was flabbergasted but I loved listening to his

Lorenzo's voice was low Warren didn’t respond. His other eye which wasn't swollen fluttered open for a brief moment before closing again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Lorenzo snapped, grabbing Warren by the chin and forcing his head up. “I love her… I love Alexa” he rasped, his voice horse from the beating. Lorenzo snorted. “Love? You think love excuses betrayal, Warren?” His tone was sharp, laced with anger and disappointment. “You didn’t just cross the line. You obliterated it.”

she gently pushed past him. "Wait, miss, it's not appropriate for a woman to go there at this time," he whispered with a frown. Eloise glared back at him. "Sir, it's none of your concern. Please make way," "But... but," Eloise shouldered past him and opened the door. The sailors inside were all half naked, wearing only their pants. "Honourable lady!!" the screamed aloud. Some ran and hid behind each other while some hid inside their torn up bedspread.

His hand reached forward, performed a few operations and the melody of a sad love song sounded. He admits that he is a lovesick person. He can't even distinguish between faithfulness and stupidity. He doesn't even know if a person like him is praiseworthy or blameworthy.

A Succubus with the usual attributes—voluptuous body, killer curves, and boobs so big they’d suffocate a lesser demon. "Lord Paimon," she greeted, bowing respectfully. "How’s My Lord?" I asked, trying to sound composed. "On his throne," she replied. Then her eyes widened. "Lord Satan will arrive any minute. If you have a business, you better handle it now." My jaw clenched. Of all the fucking times to visit. Lord Satan—the Bringer of Doom, the Bitch of the Blazing Wasteland—was someone even I avoided. Demon Lords ruled the central dominion of Hell, unlike us Kings who were stuck managing the Nine Circles and our contractors. And Lord Satan? She was the worst.

He bit out as his eyes glowed, and he sent my brother and I flying back into a wall. While my brother and I struggled to our feet, Satan grabbed Amaya, shaking her by the shoulders, “Give her back control.” He ordered Hekate. “Very well.” Her body went limp in Satan’s arms and a few minutes passed before she lifted her head. She looked around her, confused, then at the man holding her. “Who the hell are you?” “Satan and you are my fated mate.” She started laughing, “It is funny that you people keep saying that.” She pushed away from him, and he tightened his grip. “Let me go.” She ordered.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

I started walking way but stopped abruptly when he opened his mouth and said something that shook my whole being. "Get in if you want to see Bright again. As we speak, my men have him and they are on their way to our house. If you don't get in and I drive away, you are never seeing him again." He said calm manner as if it wasn't a threat but I knew. I knew he will really keep my baby away from me if I don't comply. Gosh, I hate him. My life here was over. My short freedom was over. I was back to square one again. This man was the true incarnation of the devil. He makes me wish I were never born. I hate you Kwame Agyapong. "I truly hate you. I hate you with everything inside me. You are truly

“It would be if that pup was cooperative. How many times has he declined our invitations? What’s worst is he has kept avoiding you for the past years; how are we going to get an heir if he continues with his oath of celibacy?” Alpha Connor grumbled beneath his breath, grinding his claws on the smooth, glistening wooden office table. The sound made both the elder and the female wince from the screeching sound. It took them a good few seconds to recover from it, with Valentine taking in a deep breath, a smile forming on her lips as she turned to her father. “I think the phase of his so-called abstinence is no longer holding up like everyone thinks. I’ve heard whispers of several accounts seein