Angel Cookie X Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

She was the devil’s favorite child. ‘You looked like a hater.’ Angel Caierre popped out. ‘I wouldn’t blame him though, she was the one getting all that cock and attention.’ Demon Caierre popped out too, sighing as he watched them. “I don’t want that cock or the attention.” Caierre muttered to himself, his face was laced with disgust. “Did you say something?” Alvar asked, glancing back. “No alpha.” Caierre said, before glaring at him as he turned his back at him.

Putting it in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but agree with his daughter, they both finished all ten cookies in three minutes. “So do I get the job?” I asked with a broad smile, already knowing the answer. “Of course,” Angie said as she hugged me, I had saved the day. “So I will pay you twenty thousand dollars and you will make a big anniversary cake and …” she began to describe and list out the things I was to bake.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

But my demons were too many, every day was a struggle within myself to understand my conflicting feelings. Never in my life have I been so lost. I was at a roadblock with no help, no signs, nothing but the thought of her. “You invited me, Romano,” Coraline's syrupy voice broke through. “A special invite for your special person.” I took another gulp of the alcohol, a headache throbbing in the back of my head. “You're delusional if you think you're special to me.” My voice came out flat and tired. “You were bait. Nothing more”

The two men stood alone under the dim lights. “The Council Head is the Devil,” Austin said without preamble. “The real Devil and your Luna has made a deal with him.” Ace’s eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. “And you’re risking telling me something this dangerous about your own Alpha?” Austin clenched his fists. “I have to. Luna Vivica’s soul belongs to him in only seven more days. There is no way you can marry her. The consequences would be beyond anything you could ever imagine.”

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

“And I’m thinking the entertainment has just arrived.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Angela you really are an evil, little devil.” “I’m your evil, little devil, Monster.” That sounded good to me. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be in bed with the devil for the rest of my life.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

I wanted to give that back. I detoured to the kitchens first, waving off the startled staff with a single look. No one questioned the Alpha Devil when he walked in and started pulling out flour, sugar, chocolate, vanilla, cinnamon, dried berries—whatever I could find.I didn’t know what she liked best. So I made five kinds. Dark chocolate chunk with sea salt. Cinnamon oatmeal with raisins. Classic sugar with a soft center. White chocolate and cranberry. And peanut butter—because the scent reminded me of something warm and simple.

I scolded quietly but it was too late, L'Angelo Dell Terrore was already taking a seat in front of me. "Hi." I greeted. "Good morning, Uncle L'Angelo. How are you? Did you bring a date?" Lola chipped in. "The morning sure Is good. I'm fine and I didn't bring a date." He answered all her questions and brought out a cookie from his breast pocket. "Yeee...Thank you." Lola beamed as she collected the cookie and opened it. It smelled nice. Does he go around with cookies? He was yet to answer my greeting.