Cruella Deville Henchman Novels & Stories

He took the cake and placed it on the sink before bending barely, leaning his face close to Phoenix who swayed back. " Tell me you didn't enjoy every bit of what just happened " He raised a brow at her and Phoenix's cheeks heated up, turning into a red tomato sauce. Well, the truth is that she didn't expect things to go this naughty but she still can't deny she enjoyed it and is even craving for more. × × × Cruella can be seen in a room pacing too and fro while grunting, with the unknown woman who was seated on a chair. " My plan failed once again...woefully! " She yelled in frustration.

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

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.

She said, adding to Jasmine's confusion. "Excuse me?" Jasmine whispered. "Wow! You can talk." The lady chuckled. "Words has it that you don't even speak." She added. "Anyways, it's a good thing you can speak, at least you and I can have a little conversation." She smiled. Jasmine could already tell that the lady sitting in front of her doesn't mean well at all. "But I don't even know you." She replied. "Oh don't worry, you'll find out right now." The lady smirked. "The name's Cruella, and I'm Nicolai's woman."

Not a creature undone by a girl’s whispered ‘stop. The demoness arrived quickly. She materialised from smoke — tall, beautiful in an unnatural way, snake-like skin marked with gold lines, eyes bright and eager. She was one of the Pleasure-born — servants crafted from Hell’s magic to be used, not felt. She took one look at him and smiled — a slow, knowing curve. “My King,” she purred, bowing low, letting her long hair spill forward.

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

As we approached the gleaming silver and sky-blue jet, which was imprinted with a Blaze Corporation's logo, a man dressed in black suit appeared. "Sir." The man who seemed to be in his late-twenties or early thirties bowed respectfully towards Zane before turning to me, "Madam." 'Sir?' 'Madam?' I wondered to myself in confusion, not quite understanding how he addressed Zane. From the looks of it, he was also Mr. Devil's subordinate so I can understand him addressing me as 'Madam' since I was technically half his boss as well, but addressing Zane as 'Sir?' it just sounded strange.