Cruella Deville Henchman Novels & Stories

My demons could not help me find Alexa while I fought but the pink things would do. I walked up to them, with authority. I needed them to know who was their master. "I am Elliot Vile, the devil. The King of demons and the ruler of the underworld. From this second to the second you die, you must obey my every command and serve me." They seem intimidated and frightened by my words, except for one that was laughing. He was the shortest but had the smoothest skin, obviously the youngest. I picked the lightweight creature and squeezed its neck. The others shrieked in fear while the creature gasped for breath, trying his best to free himself from my grip.

“Let him in.” The gates open with a metallic creak, revealing the grandeur of wealth through the manor’s landscaping. The Commandant’s jaw hung open, but was too prideful to display his mesmerism. He followed the butler awaiting him in the entrance where he was taken to the office room—a place he knew all too well from back then. The devil sits on a chesterfield couch, legs crossed with a manic smirk. “What a surprise. What brings you here, tonight, Commandant?”

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

Cruella snapped a glare at Tyrone then got up, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Tell Gina to come see me when I am less busy. Arrange a meeting for us, probably next week,” Cruella said and began to leave. Selena nodded and trailed after her to the door. Cruella stopped walking and spun around, glaring at Tyrone in disdain. “I want you to find the missing delivery men with him…" she paused and ran her suspicious eyes over his face for any flicker of fear, when she saw none, she continued. “I am giving you two just three weeks to find the men. If my demand is not met, then I will be forced to doubt your words," she muttered, and Tyrone's heartbeat accelerated.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes involving sexual coercion, non-consensual drugging, implied sexual assault, emotional manipulation, and distressing psychological trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Jerry exhibited a deadly sneer, then casually fitted the microphone to its stand. "What's your name, Cruella—I mean Cinderella?" he scoffed, then grabbed a glass of water, taking a much-needed sip. I realised this was to quench his lethal tongue, his eyes looked determined, readying himself for the verbal battle ahead.

She didn't want people treating her as if she were an old woman. Upon arriving at the Swann Corporation building, Leonel escorted Catherine to the chairperson's office. Linda, who was considered Cruella De Vil, was already waiting for her. As Catherine entered, Linda greeted her with utmost respect. "How are you, Miss Swann?" On the contrary, Catherine glanced at her and went straight to the office. Observing the new chairperson's disregard for Linda, who had gained a reputation as Cruella De Vil, the secretaries on the same floor held an admiring look.

"I heard you mention the name Jasmine, and you seem to hate her. What's your deal with her?" Her words only made Laura even more confused. "Who are you? And how do you know Jasmine?" She asked. The lady sighed deeply. "Let's just say I'm someone who shares the same hatred as you." She smiled. "The name's Cruella—" "Cruella Reed."

(Adelaide) Adelaide stared at Thane with open contempt. He didn’t even glance at her. She wondered if that was deliberate—if ignoring her would make it easier later, when people spoke of her in the past tense. “Tradition speaks,” he continued. “The Devil will appear when the moon crests silver at its highest point. He will take form from shadow and flame. He will call forth the hunt.” A tremor rippled through the girls to her left. Someone whimpered quietly.

"Hi! I'm Ella. It's so nice to meet you. You look amazing tonight!" "Thank you," I replied. The tallest woman in the group, Clarise, extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Clarise. Pleasure to meet you." Vianne introduced them all. "Clarise is a top model, Francesca owns thirty-five coffee shops, and Ella is a trophy wife. And me? I'm an art dealer." Ella winked at me. "It's nice to be pampered, you know." Vianne giggled. "And then there's me."

She wasn't here to bargain with the Franzels, but instead, she was there to remind them that she was no longer the weak person that they had always been her as. "This bitch—” Scarlet said angrily as she got up, her claws ready to tear Sandra down, but Sandra just stared at her body like she had better things to do than to be here with them. "Shut up, and sit. The Fuck Down,” Sandra said, her voice coming out in growls, as her nails elongated and tuned into werewolf claws. Her eyes were golden, like a true luna’s eyes. Without saying another word, Scarlet Framzel instantly shut up, and sat down like she was commanded to, an action that shocked everyone at the table but not more than Aztec Mar