Helloooo! I don't really have a clue were I'm going with this story but I got inspiration from the story, The Midnight Man by @xSillyTilly. Check it out!
Warning: Smut, foul language, BxB, and demonisque (just made that up), gory, violence, and witchcraft will be included. Read at your own risk. This will also be Zarry because OTP. Don't like any of those things listed above? Don't read. Simple.
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Prologue
"Tick, Tock."
The devil smirks at me.
"Come play a game with me Zaynie," he coos. I wrap my blanket around me tighter.
"I thought you liked to play with me Zaynie," he makes a pout appear on his face.
His footsteps echo through the empty room. Each step closer increasing my heart rate.
"Let's play hide and seek. You go hide while I count. If I find you, well, game over," his voice bounces off the walls.
"No. I'm not playing any games with you. I don't play with the devil."
The bed dips and I know he's right in front of me.
"Salt won't protect you. Not even the solution your dear Nonna gave you."
"You see, Zaynie, while you were gone I got stronger. Pitiful salt circles don't work anymore."
He rips the blanket off of me and throws it to the side.
"You always were a gorgeous one." His thumb traces my jawbone. I cower in fear.
"Are you scared of me Zaynie? I just want to play," he says with a wicked smirk.
"It's midnight, we have to play."
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Midnight | Zarry |
FanfictionYou run. Turning every corner to avoid him. But he always finds you. He's the devil. And I can't get enough.
