Blood Devil Csm Novels & Stories

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

Gbam! In a split second, Sebastian turns to towards the left side of the road, his jaw drops, and his brain halts in that very second. That very second as his eyes catches sight of a black SUV racing from the other end of the road. He has no time to think, no time to press the brakes if that is even what he should do. The strong black military grade car collides with his sending a wave of pain through the colliding metal into his left side before swinging him like a table tennis ball into a haphazard glass shattering motion.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Numb and transparent, much like the growing apathetic gloss to amethyst orbs. The denim stepped back, a glint of metal piercing through the dense landscape as Damon tried to scramble backwards, his tiny fists raw and bleeding as they hovered over his face in an act of self-defense. Silver lashes folding downward to mask his fear as laughter rang in his ears. "...Just as I thought..." Leaves crunched all around him, and the black ankle boots Damon adorned on occasion drew to his shivering body in haste. Why was he so numb? Why did everyone hate him? He peeked out from beneath his lashes to trail his gaze over the twisted grins hidden beneath the fog, cerulean eyes, smoldering brown, children'

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”