Angel Cookie X Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

Angela ran in, "the island, it's on the island," She clapped her hands in excitement and brought the cookies to me. "What?" She pointed to the pot. "You want me to crush the cookies into the salad?" I asked with wide eyes. She nodded. "Angela," I cried. What the hell! She frowned. "Fine! Drop it there, I will munch the cookies into the salad," I fought the urge to retch, "you can get another cookie from the…" The little cheetah grabbed two apples from the fruit basket and dashed out too fast. "And she's gone. Maybe I should do some research and find out if her father wasn't a werecheetah or descendant of any werecreatures or even a vampire, this girl is suspicious." I grumbled.

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

Any women except Angela, who looked at him in the eyes without flinching. "Do you know who you are talking to?!" Andrew shouted at her but immediately halted at Lucifer's raised hand. Signalling him to stop. "You have some guts to do that, Miss Colton. Perhaps you don't know I am hmmm?" As the devil possessed him, his voice turned temptingly smooth. Angela's heart wavered for a second looking into his deep gaze. So deep it could consume her into an endless abyss. She straightened her back trying to look more confidant and smirked. "Oh, I don't care who you are, to me you are just a patient,"

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Anjali felt a wave of shame, yet there was an unfamiliar tickle on her skin—perhaps because Alex was the first to touch her in such a manner. “Did you enjoy that?” Alex asked with a smirk. “No! I don’t! You are my brother-in-law; this isn’t fair. It’s a sin!” Anjali stammered. “Guess what? I revel in sin because I am the devil in human form,” Alex declared proudly. “But I am human; I believe in God. Please, don’t make me part of your sins,” Anjali pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Alex wiped her tears with his thumb and then sucked it. “No, baby girl. You are my angel—an angel who has caught the devil’s eye. Soon, this angel will be caged by the devil,” he laughed.

Angelica said before she took a bite of her cheeseburger. “It goes way beyond that; the only reason I am here is for Shayla.” Devon said as he took a seat on a cushioned couch. “So, you know my mom?” Angelica asked in between bites. “Yeah, she was like my little sister.” Devon said as he rubbed his head. “I miss her a lot. The last time I saw her, you were just a baby.” “I made a mess of everything by just being born.” Angelica muttered, looking down at her food.

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

His eyes went wide as he saw Mark slowly consuming the dark chocolate. Noticing that Mark had been enticing him with the dark chocolate, Angelo can’t help but swear in his mind, “This d*mn ugly being has the nerve to seduce me. I’m not interested in you. I’m only interested in girls, man.” To get rid of his annoyance, Angelo decided to take a chocolate chip cookie from the table, but before his hands could grab the said snack, Mark suddenly spoke: “Did I say that you could take some snacks?” Angelo’s hands- which were about to get the chocolate chip cookie, immediately retracted. When Mark spotted Aimie’s embarrassing actions, he couldn’t help but tease her more. Getting the chocolate chip c

They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind. "Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly. The Angel hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

His forehead was puckered as he said lowly as his hands were trembling behind his back. "Hold it right there Old man, I don't care if he is the devil and what are you anyway? You are appeasing the gods, therefore you are serving the devil who appears to be Nicholas himself. You are part of the devil's descendant and don't play like a good father, because you don't want your plan to be destroyed and that's why you don't want her to marry Nicholas. You can't see the devil and We can't say that the Devil is "Nicholas". I don't care about you and see if I care" Pamela hissed and was about to step away when she saw Angelica with tears rolling down her eyes. She had been listening to their convers