Cavetown Devil Town Novels & Stories

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

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.

However, even an idiot would be able to determine that something was wrong if the majority of the men went missing. Tom the Jackal would not have become the Vulture's right-hand man if he had been stupid. However, his contempt made him no different from any other fool. With a tightening grip on his gun, Tom screamed for his men. They did not respond. Tom surveyed the area around him. He suddenly noticed that nothing he was used to looked out of place. He felt like the Devil was watching him because of the empty ruins and the moon's shadows in the sky. His back was covered in a cold sweat.

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."

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.

”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.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”