Beautiful Devil Novels & Stories

"I think- no, I know I'm ready to handle you, Deacon, and most importantly, I want you to handle me the way that you want to; I give you permission to ruin me and make me yours." I couldn't fucking help it and I jerked off the second I got home from our second date. I had her scent on my fingers and it fucking overpowered me and put me in a motherfucking trance. I stroked my cock to her pictures I have on my phone and when I busted my load all over my fucking stomach, I found myself screaming out her fucking name. Now, I sit here alone, just thinking about Myla. I can't fucking help myself and I've tried so fucking hard to get her off of my mind. She was absolutely a good fucking girl, the k

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

“ You're my soul.” “ Are you sure you mean that Cara Mia?” He reached for my cheek, wiping my tears with his fingers, his touch cold against my skin. “ I'm dangerous, I'm cruel, I'm evil, I'm not the man who'll buy you flowers and lie to you with my words. I'm not the type of man who'll be gentle and pretend to love you. I'm the type who'll ground your enemies to dust and burn everyone who tries to harm you. I'm the type of man who wouldn't care about hurting others if it means protecting you. I'm dark, I'm twisted, I'm insane and yet you call me your soul?” The words slipped out of his mouth heavy with emotion. My heart rate tripled in my chest.

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. ~**

But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell. That beauty made him infinitely more dangerous, because it was so easy to forget what kind of monster lurked beneath that perfect exterior. "Are you planning on standing there forever, little wife?" Malakar asked without looking up from his scroll, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. The question jolted her back to the present moment. "You never gave me permission to approach you, your highness," she replied, proud that her voice came out st

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

"Ewweee..." Ewwee? What's that all about? "Why ewweee?" I asked. "Because he's like your step-dad so he must be old, bald and have a huge belly like old those pervs." She answered. Huh! Far from it. The Devil is not old, bald, neither does he have a potbelly. I don't know what ever made her believe that he is unsightly. The Devil is beautiful, it's a curse we must all bear.

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.