The Demon's Bride - Sex Stories

The Demon's Bride

... hate cats. Being around them makes me seriously and awfully sick; and so I had to keep snakes and serpents to get totally done and rid with them. Do you get this, Mila?” Frankly speaking, I don’t exactly know how I came to date this guy. He is all things erotic and good-looking and satisfying. But he is a ‘Son of the Devil’ on the other hand. I can’t help but tremble whenever I am alone here with him. He scares and frightens me to hell. Regardless, the most stunning thing about him is that he truly and deeply loves me so much that he would never hurt or abuse me in any slight way or manner conceivable. I just can’t be with him simply because I fear and dread him. He freaks me as not being human and being an actual demon alternatively. That is precisely where the problem lies. When I arrive at Weiss Hotel, I am a bit late and behind time. I find everyone settled and stationed here inside the grand conference room, and the famous three boys themselves are right in the very centre and middle of everyone, chatting and talking freely and merrily with their fans and supporters. It seems like a dream come true for some of the invited guests present. Am I really actually invited here—I myself? Well, I just came, having been provided an invitation card that is, and precisely knowing that Chase would really appreciate and relish my presence and being. Oh yes, he definitely and probably will! “Mila Brooks,” Chase states this out to me suddenly and abruptly from behind me. I spin and ...

... revolve towards him as quickly best as I can get myself to act out. Oh goodness! How come I have not seen him amble or stride his way after me? He is unpredictable just like a ghost. You never know when he is coming to you and from where exactly. He is just there, standing and ogling at you, and then gone and vanished away in the forthcoming moment. That’s just how he is! “Chase Hughes. What an unforeseen surprise as always.” I am angry and annoyed in some sort of way; and the precise cause for this? He has taken me by utter and absolute surprise. How does he every time manage to do this? Damn it! “I thought you wouldn’t come here. I am very much glad and honestly delighted that you finally came.” “Really? Well, Zoey was against my coming here as a matter of fact. I think she had a good point. You always don’t appreciate or value my presence around you, or do you really?” He frowns and knits his brows at me. “What are you trying to tell me? That I am satanic and heartless.” “Those might be the right words and description to portray you, Mr. Hughes. You do think correct and bona fide of yourself, you know?” “An hour after now, I want to talk to you in private. In the V.I.P longue that is. You and me—just the two of us; do you hear me?” “No, I don’t. You are whispering and murmuring things all to yourself, aren’t you?” “I will be waiting for you. So please enjoy yourself here while time lasts.” With this, he is gone and wandered away. Damn him! What does he think that I am? A toy ...