Cruella Deville Henchman Novels & Stories

“Ummm, yes. It was about Mrs Olivia. I promised to do whatever you wanted me to if you find out the reason she gave me those scars, and you promised to do what I want if it’s the other way round.” Kira smiled. “Good, you remember. It’s weekend already and I couldn’t find out the reason. So, now you have to say what you want me to do.” Rebecca’s eyes lit. “You are really going to do anything I want you to?” “A deal is a deal, Barbie.” She stood up and walked close to Kira. “Are you friends with Elsa? The daughter of don Alessandro.” “Not really, but we are cool. Why?” “Cool wouldn’t be enough.” She muttered to herself but Kira heard her. “Can you provide a private investigator for me?”

I turned around and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop until I found the door of the room I'd woken in. I slammed the door behind me with a loud bang, panting furiously. My heart was pounding furiously in my ears. I wrapped my arms around my trembling body and pressed my spine against the door, trying to process all I had seen, heard, and witnessed. I pinched myself one more time to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Vaela, Cruella was working with the wraithborn. How? For how long?

She hiccuped and I responded with a kiss to her forehead. A weak grunt sliced through the air, followed by the sounds of harsh breathing. “ Fuck!!! Fuck!! Fuck, have you scoundrels forgotten who you work for?” Rico groaned as he struggled to pull himself up. The guard in the middle kicked him back down, slowly removing his mask. It was Caspian. “ No, we haven't.” He answered, making Rico's eyes widen. I released Daphne from my hold, walking to Rico as a blade danced gingerly between my fingers. He crawled backwards, his blood trailing behind him.

I insert my letter into the slot on the gate and it automatically lifts upwards and I walk through, it closes back in my wake. A huge female clad in leather suit smiles at me. She is a shewolf, I can sense her. "Anna Fairchild, we have been expecting you." She spreads her hands wide in show of excitement before dropping them to her sides. "I'm Claudia, vice principal war and physical control, welcome to Mooncrust Academy; a school dedicated to training werewolves who posses Alpha and Beta blood. But I'm an omega.

On the other side of City F, a woman in her early thirties was sitting in her office with a smug look on her face as her aura emitted nothing but anger and bloodlust. The young man standing in front of her had his knees stiff because of the deadly look that was painted on his boss' face. "So Duke Chen thinks he can find happiness after what he did to me?" The woman said and scoffed. "He must be dreaming!" She continued. "Madam Trent, what are you going to do next?" The young man asked as he looked onto the scary woman before him. Mrs Trent was quiet for a while before saying;

she stroked his fur and whispered softly. The bed creaked as Vulcan rose to straddle her. His humongous body completely swallowed her tiny one. He could easily crush her to death with his weight but Sienna trusted him. The beast was too fond of her to hurt her. He bent and started slobbering her cheek. A delightful purr vibrated from his chest. Sienna giggled feeling his sticky drool covering her face. He was acting like a cute puppy.

He can’t change his mind because if he did… if he did… He smirked. “I’m the boss, Santoro. No one will argue if I told them I changed my mind about marrying you,” he whispered, making me frozen in place. “I could’ve destroyed cities and burned every person in this room, but no one is powerful enough to stop me,” he mentions. When I looked up, I saw nothing in his eyes. Not even a single stroke of emotion can be seen. And then, I realized who I was sold to. He was Giovanni Dela Vin, the leading MOB leader and the most dangerous one.

Christopher medal that once hung from his neck was gone—only a faint mark remained, proof that he'd once been someone's most precious treasure. I didn't know how long I had knelt there, or how long I had cried. My chest had gone numb with pain, and my tears had all run dry. Just when I thought everything was over, Eira came downstairs. The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby.

The hall buzzes with chatter, laughter, footsteps against tile. Then I see them. Bianca Deveraux and her trio of perfectly groomed shadows. They appear like they’ve been waiting for me, their glossy hair swinging, lips painted in sharp shades of red and pink. They don’t say a word, just stop and smirk when they notice me. I keep walking, ignoring the twist in my stomach. They may be beautiful, but poison often comes in pretty bottles.

She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted. “Oh, please. There are thousands of witches in the world. I can’t imagine one who wastes perfectly good time with the likes of Icky Iggy can be all that powerful.” I taunted her. “I’ve already cut my way through two of your castle’s levels. If I’m at the boss level, I’m ready to cut you to size too.” “Oh, you aren’t going to be fighting me. You’re here for me to draw on. I need the energy boost of a ranked wolf to ensure the coming battle against my sister’s coven.” Her lips curled into a sinister Cruella DeVille smile.