Pregnant By The Devil

Pregnant By The Devil

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"What are you ?" She said with her smooth voice ..an emotion called fear was very clear in her eyes ."I am something which is beyond your imagination...and guess what?" He slowly came towards her , his eyes glowing blue in the dark room..she started to move backwards till her back hit the cold wall , he put his well built muscular arms around her ,trapping her between his arms.Her heart beat increased as he slowly brought his face near her ears and say "you are carrying the baby of the demon king ." Never in her wildest dream Ella thought that oneday she would be carrying the future of the whole demonic world, the incident of the night club changed her entire life. "I will never marry a bastard like you, go to hell." The smirked and replied in his call "Well that's where I have come from." An angel would sacrifice his love to save the world but A Devil would set the whole world on fire but he wouldn't let even one flame to touch her. "
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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