Beautiful Devil Novels & Stories

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

His obsession, which will surely become her. Ruination. He forced her to open her mouth. But still she didn't. She was trying, trying to free her hands and run from the devil. But she was wrong as once a devil's eyes catches you, you will be never able to leave. There was no escape then. No escape. No one can save the beauty from the devil. He bit her lower lip hard a gasp left from Avyana's lips. He took the chance and entered his tongue inside her mouth. He kept on devouring her lips that has became his addiction. His need.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

, she greeted. "It's nice meeting you too Melissa. I'm Eleanor", I greeted back. "I'll take you to your hotel Eleanor", she smiled. "Sure...let's wait till my friends join us", I looked back at our room. Our room. It feels nice right. Suddenly the door opened and the devil came fast towards me. No..no.. "You played really unfair my girlfriend", he smirked. "I'm not the type to play by rules my boyfriend", really Eleanor do you want to die. My inner voice shouted.

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body. Please vote, follow and comment your thoughts..🍂

Belial grumbled. "Dear..." I called him with a velvety voice "I am the prince of lust, I am the one to whom all pleasures belong, the embodiment of desire... and also, the devil who incites in all the feeling of need and pleasure. You don’t think I know when someone’s forcing themselves into something?" I could feel Belial’s eyes turning to the couple - not to watch what was happening, but to be sure. Unfortunately for him, there was no hesitation in the touches of Azrael, there was not even a sign - at least not if you were not like me.