He didn't leave. He crept back into my bed. I swear, this devil man is weird. Well, and mysterious.
I had woken up to an empty bed, though. That made me happy. He finally left!
I was conflicted, however. I wanted him here with me, yet I didn't. I didn't like the fact he stalked me all the time, but I liked how he claimed me as his. Why? Who the bloody hell knows?
"My Angel, what brings a smile to your face?" Oh, he's still here.
"The fact that I thought you were gone," I remark. He didn't get angry. He seemed... Happy? Do my words not hurt him? Well, I doubt that. Him being the Devil, he must have heard some real nasty words. He's probably immune.
In an instant, he was on top of me. Uh oh.
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
