Cavetown Devil Town Novels & Stories

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

They made love under the night sky, bodies joined, hearts entangled. The declaration had ignited the flames. Now the underworld would learn exactly how dangerous the devil became when he loved.

I half expected no one to show up to dad's funeral. But to my annoyance and surprise, a dozen people sat scattered around the little church auditorium with unmasked boredom while the preacher hummed a sermon meant to make us cry a river and think of where we'd end up after we die. I knew where Dad would end up. In hell. We all did. He'd be best buddies with the devil! They'd have hot choco and gossip like little bitches. He'd saved himself a seat there when he'd started getting drunk and hitting my mom and I.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I also told them to never shift unless necessary. Devil’s Moon is known to be the worst town a person could end up in. It’s inhabited by the worst kind of human there is. Aunt Jess manages to navigate this place because of her vision. She was able to see the best place to hide, run to, or escape. People avoid passing through this town and take alternate routes. Because it was said that once you are in you will never get out.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Decker rested his head at the back, closing his eyes. “Senor,” with a concerned voice, Vincent called him, “Yes, Vincent. You told me to take care of the things hurting me, and I did.” Decker smiled. “They wanted me to become the devil, so be it.” His lips twirled up as the trap he set up worked in his favor. “But...” “Make two pegs, Vincent; it’s time for celebration.” His eyes watching the ceiling of his mansion, Vincent brought the peg, and they cheered for the news he was waiting for. After an hour, he got a call from the Sheriff.