All Chapters of Devil's Redemption: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The AmbaramMorning arrives faster when the golden rays of a rising sun ride the horizon. With its racing light, the hue of blue scatters in the once-obscure and moonless sky.The thick fog covering the atmosphere profoundly starts to thin with the gust of filtering morning breeze. Birds in the tiny nests, birched on the higher branches raise their necks higher, uncurling themselves, increasing the surface area, and gently ascend from their protected eggs or the barely alive young ones. Their beaks parted to scream out the joy of dispersing night and beady eyes measured the limitless sky before they spread their wings and launches at the wide-open blues grazed with golden highlights. Their courage was both admirable and inspiring as they flew out of their warm nest in the crisp sky to taste the freedom and search for the meal. Their tiny bodies glide in the air effortlessly as they chirped the melodious song of a new day, awakening the asleep nature from its slumber. Their song fills

The Castle of BadenWhimpers and loud grunts rang in the royal chambers along with the furious slapping of skins. The smoke of burning marijuana and scented flowers lingers thickly in the area, suppressing the smell of desires filtering through the wild pair over the soft mattress of a golden bed.Henry’s face contorted in pleasure as he drove his thickness in the vaginal opening of his favorite mistress with wild abandon. Her face was pressed in a pillow as he took her from behind while imagining the face of the woman of his dreams. His right hand was slapping her bubbly juggling hips in regular intervals whereas the fingers of the left hand were busy in stimulating her pleasure button hidden under the vulva. The sweaty flesh glinted under the glow of scented candles burning with passion at the bedside table. The red-haired woman clutched the sheets tighter, feeling herself losing the reins of the world once again. She cried out and buc

Castle of BadenIt was the music of crickets late in the night that made her open her eyes cautiously. Utter silence greeted her. No sound raised a pitch higher than the constant hum of tiny creatures hidden in midnight. She was aware of the burning gaze of the healer. Leonardo hasn’t left her side since she has arrived. Somehow this made her feel secure in the castle of sinners. The moment gong of the midnight was stung, she releases a relieved sigh and removes the covers from her body.The healer passed her a polite smile before standing up and bowing lowly.“I will watch the door, Princess.” The cunning man breaks the silence before disappearing in the direction of the doors of this big chamber. Valentina nodded as she stands up from the bed and stretches her muscles, coiled in tension. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time now. Fortunately, Arnold has convinced the Royal Healer to be a part of their

BadenLub-dub Lub-dub Lub-dubThe heart of the man who has been nothing but an animal half his life cackled with an uneasy pace. The sky fell over his head, making him see the reality. The situation made him dead nervous as a thick sheen of sweat coated his body like a second skin. His vision blurred when eyes burned from watching the reflection of the man who he has stabbed in the back for power. The heir he believed has died years ago was looking straight in his eyes with hatred and satisfaction. Henry must have shivered with fear if he wasn’t so tensed anticipating the enemy’s next move. The heated ocean blues kept him pinned at one position, daring him to flinch. The sixth sense in Henry screamed that it was over now. He won’t breathe any longer. The son of the true King was going to slaughter and maul him, but a bigger part revolted stupidly. He was still the King of these lands and no one, no one can remove him from his

21st CenturyNew York‘My caress provoked a long, guttural gnarl.‘You’d better let the dog alone,’ growled Mr. Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot. ‘She’s not accustomed to be spoiled—not kept for a pet.’ Then, striding to a side door, he shouted again, ‘Joseph!’Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated mad