Cruella Deville Henchman Novels & Stories

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.

soon they heard the angelic voice of the girl who was none other than their Princess, Baby Doll, Munchkin, Angel, and Cupcake. They all ran towards her and hugged her. "Bhai.. not... able... to... breath....," she said with a lot of difficulties, and after hearing her, they left her. "Sorry Cupcake," The third guy said with a sheepish smile. "Vihaan Bhai, I missed you," She said and hugged him tightly and started to cry and made all the brothers worry. He was more than a brother to her, and he was her best friend, her crime partner.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

I smile widely as I watch the dogs close in on the traitorous maid — first sinking their teeth into her thighs, then her arms. I empty the glass of wine in one go, enjoying the sound and sight of her being torn apart. Her screams echo across the grounds. Other maids nearby are crying, terrified by what they are witnessing. As her voice grows weaker and weaker, I walk closer, still holding my glass. The handlers pull the dogs back and restrain them. “This is exactly what you deserve for putting me in a position I did nothing to cause.” I reach for another drink, but Piattos hands me a bottle of vodka instead. I glance at Zeb — I only asked him, but apparently Piattos thought ahead too.

What the hell was going on? Finally opening my eyes, the most unexpected sight flashed before my eyes. It was cruella sitting right in front of me with a sinister smile on her face that sort of reminded me of Harley Quinn. She had such a sadistic look on her face. What in the world had I gotten myself into? "Cruella?" I asked, my face unable to hide my surprise. Despite the lack of trust I had towards her, I really didn't expect this. Not from someone who I expected to be nothing more than a slut.

Through a narrow gap in the center of the double doors, I peep into the chapel and my stomach turns instantly. Pierre Moretti is standing at the altar and this close, in the harsh daylight, he looks even more cruel and devious than I remembered... He’s an older man with thin, slicked-back hair, a pockmarked face, and dark, dead eyes that make him look infinitely more disgusting and wicked than my stepfather could ever hope to be...

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Upon hearing his words, the woman turned her gaze towards him, pleading in front of him, "Please, she is too innocent. Leave her be. She does not deserve any of this." He chuckled again upon hearing her plea, dismissing her words entirely. He then instructed one of his men, Wren, to bring forth the boy. Wren, who was standing by his side, nodded and proceeded to depart from the scene. He turned his intimidating gaze towards the woman and asked her with a sarcastic tone, "It is you who caused her harm then, why do you pretend to care?"