Angel Cookie X Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

"Hahahaha! I missed sitting next to you too ^__^” “By the way, Angela.” “Hmm?” Rafael suddenly leaned closer to me in and whispered, “I invented a new recipe.” O___O “Really?! That’s great! What’s new in our chef’s menu today?” He smiled at me. “The Angel’s deep-fried mango chocolate cookies.” “Sounds delicious!!” I cooed. “Want to try it later at lunch break?” he asked me. “Sure!” “Wait, let me show you its recipe.”

“I’m going to taste that sweet pussy of yours again, my angel.” “That—” I stopped trying to deny the desire burning within me. “We can’t—we shouldn’t do that again,” I stammered. His cocky grin faded to a look of bitterness, and he took a step forward, invading my personal space. “That’s where you’re wrong, my angel,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ve had a taste, and now I’m hungry for more.” He moved closer until I was trapped against the door. “I’m not going to stop until I’ve had my fill.”

he stood up to leave. “Then I will take my leave. Take care Lucifer” he said I nodded and said “You too” I was leaving from there when my phone vibrated. I looked at that. My angel texted me Good Night. I smirk. I kept the phone back in my pocket. She is really an angel. I have done all the things which her mind could only think about me. I will fill her mind with my thoughts. But, she already fell on his trap. Now, the devil successfully trapped her heart in love. What will happen when she sees his real devil self?

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

" so when the Devil went to catch the little angel , one look at the angel and he knew that he can never force her into his dark cage! Never!" Her heart is going crazy like the wheel and she can't seem to calm it now. He stops playing with her hair and traces her cheek softly . " you know who is the angel " But it's not a question. Yes "You know the Devil?" She nods "Say it . I want words." "You" Then His smile turns evil. ~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.

I nod my head, because I believe false gestures are less cruel than false words. "Just be honest," she pleads. No. No way. I'm leaning against the kitchen jamb, meanwhile, Angelic is behind the counter, in front of the stove. In my right hand is something she just cooked. Angelic said they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is really bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace.