Cruella Deville Henchman Novels & Stories

woman, dressed in her typical black dress."I want you to find a girl," he ordered as he sunk back to the chair."Another one," she couldn't help but chuckle."This one is ordinary. My assistant," his voice was simply intent."These ordinary women mark their territory on rich boss' like you.""I can't love anyone if anyone will ever see my true blood-sucking form, they surely will run away from me.""Oh, I won't call a century-old vampire a bloodsucker," her voice had a mixture of charm and ecstasy.___________________________"W-Who are you?" Xandra managed to speak after stuttering in her words."Don't be afraid, Alexandra. Don't be afraid," the woman was taking her steps towards Alexandra while s

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.

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?"

Caliana's POV The elder's cars started to arrive one by one. The first one to step out was a woman with short blonde hair. She looked intimidating and wore the latest fashion brand, "That's elder Christina Carter, everyone calls her CC, she was the Alpha of the Grey Lycan pack in the Northern region before she retired and her son took over," Alpha Edward whispered in my ear. I was supposed to know all this beforehand but it has been a stressful couple of days. I was grateful that he told me.

Era could see and feel the eyes and the hatred they all had looking at her and shielded a bit closer to Amber to feel a bit safe, as she led them to where the slave master was. Cassidy was a man of many things. Slave master, torture expert, gambler, drunk, and worst of all a pervert, in short he was just like the king of Dun Brock, only thing separating the both was the title, and that Cassidy was a much younger man, than the king.

She hoped that this man finally let her go. "You'll pay me back? Sounds tempting, but no. I already have a lot of money, and I don't need more. I just want you." Dicson refused Crista's offer without a second thought. Then, he winked at his men and ordered, "Take off her clothes!" Before Crista could even react, she heard the sound of her shirt being ripped. "My, my, Miss Jin, you have a good shape! You look so scrumptious," Dicson remarked while licking his lips like a predator about to devour his prey. He approached Crista ever so slowly, which made her take a step back.

Cruella whispered, her voice filled with fear and her expression laced with same. Liam’s eyes narrowed as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to shield her. He wasn’t just the Alpha—he was something far more dangerous. And whatever was coming, it wasn’t something she was prepared for. The shadow grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, a figure stepped into the clearing. It was a man, no, a beast, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light, his body massive and rippling with muscle. Cruella’s breath caught in her throat. This was no ordinary wolf. This was a creature of pure destruction.