Beautiful Devil Novels & Stories

"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

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

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.

Brianna straightened her spine and retorted in a firm tone. "Oh! Is that so?" Satan chuckled with a mischievous glint in his forest-green eyes. Brianna gulped her saliva and turned her face to the window side. She wasn't confident in her self-restriction when it comes to someone handsome as Satan. Satan who saw the unusual tense expression on Brianna's face, felt please with his beauty. Can anyone turn down their handsome crush? No, they can not. Brianna was no exception. Having a crush on a devil was her life's biggest mistake.