Cruella Devil Novels & Stories

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

Cruella's eyes widened in horror as tears buckle up her eyes. " No. Medusa please help me, I'm begging you. I can't die...not yet. I can't fail my people, my kingdom. No Medusa...please " She pleaded, her tears rolling down. " Too bad...you already did " Medusa grinned. " When you get to hell...tell your momma you're a loser just like her " Cruella's anger flared up as Medusa turned to leave. How could she betray her so easily?

, she cries biting the pillow below her. “slut! Didn’t tell you to not stop me”, I grip her jaw painfully making her cry more. Her face is ruined with tears and bruises, of course with her mascara stains and smudged lipstick she is looking like a fucking buffoon. I yank her hair making her sit on the bed on her knees and slowly trace pocket knife on her breasts. No offense she was beautiful but not as beautiful as my Cassandra. I would play with her just like this but for longer time, till I carve her body with my marks. She is a beautiful canvas and I would paint me on her, all over her body, heart and soul.

If this isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I get even harder and my mouth refuses to close as I continue to gape at my screen. She’s sitting on the couch now, her knees bent and thighs spread, giving me a gorgeous view of her pussy. She’s so freaking wet and I can see her tight little hole. Smell her even. Clean and shaved. Fuck. That urge to swipe my tongue across my screen returns and I bite my lips. "Like this?" Arabella questions, sounding all innocent and naïve as if she isn’t showing me her pussy, all drenched and begging for my cock. This girl will be the fucking death of me. I just know it.

"Honey, I can always tell the sharks apart from the guppies..." The what from the what? What the hell is her deal anyway... "First off..." she says smoothly, "you’re sitting ramrod straight like you’ve got a fist shoved up your ass." My jaw drops at her crude language and she smirks wider around another drag of her cigarette. "You’re also looking around with those big wide innocent baby blues... like a lost Disney princess." I scowl but my face burns with shame, "That is not true!" "Oh it absolutely is..." She gestures lazily around us, "And in places like this?"she continues. "Creeps can smell innocence from miles away. You keep looking around like that and one of them’s gonna drag you into

Like I was something he'd bought at an auction and brought home to display. Whatever composure I'd been clinging to cracked. The air shifted. Selene's gaze sharpened. "She's awfully quiet," she observed, still directing the question at Jade but staring straight at me. "Do you prefer them that way?" More chuckles scattered around the table. My nails bit into my palms hard enough to hurt. I welcomed it. I could feel the rage building in my chest, hot and sharp, burning through the fear and humiliation. "She's lovely, Jade." Her voice dropped, became almost tender. "She reminds me of someone. What was her name?" She paused, cruel smile playing on her lips. "Oh yes. Elise."

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

Tyrone scoffed at the remark and parted his lips to respond, but Selena sent a glare that shut him up. She turned and forced a smile into her face to pacify Cruella. “He is just some boy that we hired,” Selena replied and Tyrone scoffed. Cruella swerved her head in his direction, glaring murderously at him. “Kill him,” Cruella said. Selena's eyes widened and her jaws dropped. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she glanced from Tyrone, who was filled with shock and confusion, to Cruella, who was enveloped with anger and disappointment.

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.

The body fell—hard, lifeless. Luca stared at me. “What the hell was that? He was already dead—Adrian, what—” But I didn’t hear him. Not really. Because something on Rinaldi’s body was glowing faintly. A small device strapped to his wrist. A projector Showing his face. I grow up with that voice so I remember his voice. It wasn’t him, It was a message. A message someone wanted me to hear. Someone who knew exactly how to play with my mind.