Darkness Devil Novelas e Histórias

I was sold to save my father’s company. At least that’s what it felt like when my father offered me to Tristan Castillo—a powerful billionaire with a reputation. Marrying him wasn’t supposed to be about love. It was a transaction. A sacrifice to keep my family alive. I promised myself I would never fall for him. That I would survive the marriage and walk away with my heart intact. But the more time I spent with him, the more I realize I was wrong. I expected a cold and ruthless man. Instead, I discovered someone controlled, complex, and unexpectedly protective. And in a world built on lies, power, and betrayal, falling in love might be the most dangerous mistake of all.

She watched her future crumble through a camera lens. Four years. One ring. The wrong woman wearing it. Sloane's carefully constructed life shatters in a single night when her boyfriend proposes to someone else at an event she's photographing. Broke, humiliated, and desperate for a fresh start, she's ready to give up on everything. Until an opportunity falls into her lap that changes everything. A contract with Lennon Cross. The biggest name in music. The man everyone wants but no one can have. Half a million dollars for six months of her life. It sounds perfect. Too perfect. Because Lennon doesn't do charity. He doesn't do kindness. And he definitely doesn't do love. What he does do is destroy anyone who gets too close. Sloane should walk away. Should protect what's left of her shattered heart. But desperation makes people reckless. And when her ex comes crawling back, suddenly success tastes like the sweetest revenge. The man who broke her. Or the one who might save her. If he doesn't ruin her first. Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are paid for in heartbreak.

What would you do if the man you love so deeply isn’t the man you think he is? What would you do if you found out that he is exactly what you fear the most? What would you do if you turned out to be what he despises the most? The moment Thea Walker saw Damiano Riccardo Chiaramonte, she fell deeply, madly, and truly in love with him. Damiano is everything she ever dreamed of in a man: drop-dead gorgeous, funny, intelligent, mysterious. But he is also the owner of the hotel where she works. So, there can never be anything romantic between them. Or at least she thought so. A dance under the moonlight, a devouring kiss, and their fairytale begins… Some time after, Thea discovers his awful secret life and her dreams of a happy-ever-after crumble into dust at the realization that he is what she hates the most, and her own family is Chiaramonte's greatest enemy… Brokenhearted, Thea decides to disappear, never to be found again. After all, she knows extremely well how to become a ghost. Still, love creates strong bonds, so after several months, Damiano finds her. And he is there not only for her, but also to claim Lorenzo, his son, the little boy Thea carried in secret and has sworn to protect! He leaves her no choice: to stay with her child, she must travel with him to the beautiful and mysterious Sicily and become Damiano’s bride. Still… What kind of marriage can they have when it’s based on secrets, hate, but also a heat too much to bear?

"Do you honestly think I enjoy this?" He asks, his grip around my wrist so firm, so strong, they hurt as I try to twist, to get away from him. "Enjoy seeing you squirm in my hold like this? Enjoy making you cry?" "Please let me go," I croaked, choking back tears. "Let me go, Alessio." "And then what? Risk you running back to him? You wish he would come rescue you, don't you? You love him." "I love nobody. I will never love neither of you." "And that's where we have a problem, Camille. You should love me. Me and only me. I'm your fucking husband!" — Camille Galitze is a daydreamer. Daughter of Galitze Sturm, a dangerous Bravta underboss, Camille knows her future won't be a fairy-tale, considering her father's formidable influence, and thirst for more power. Obligated to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man she doesn't love but has utmost respect for, Camille is sad. But things take a turn for the worst when, on her wedding day, Alessio Scarfoni, the rightful heir of the Bravta Mafia storms the venue, and gets married to Camille, instead of Richard. Alessio Richard is back for revenge, and all those who had a hand in his assassination attempt have their days numbered. But first, to solidify his place, he steals his younger brother's bride from underneath his thumb. Camille has only ever known Richard, but there's something about Alessio that lays just at the tip of her memory, but always out of reach each time she tries to recollect. When their twisted arrangement turns into something either of them saw coming, Camille must learn to trust and find peace in her new, blazing feelings for Alessio if she wants to live, and rule by his side as his queen.

My name is Drexton Blackthorn. This is my story. Twenty-one years ago, I witnessed the birth of a girl, born not in innocence but to fulfil my deadly quest. Her cries were a testament to the hate and fire burning inside me, a reminder of blood spilled... and blood owed. Her body was smeared with the sinful blood of her mother. She was born into the same family that annihilated mine. Ixora Castellan. Two years ago, she walked into the trap I spent decades designing. Then my game of torment began. It was supposed to be a simple game of hunt, predator and prey. I ruined her physically, twisted her mentally, but I failed to shatter her heart, and that failure ruined me. I fell for the woman who was born for my destruction. The truth was supposed to stay hidden forever, but someone else had to interfere. Secrets spilled. Blood followed, and I lost my Ixora. Eighteen months later, she returns, but I know she's not Ixora, my firefly. She is a shadow, wearing her face, body and identity. I don't know where my obsession is, dead or alive? For the first time, I am weak and powerless. I want her back. As long as she is alive, I will burn the world to find her. She is not just a part of my past; she is my present, and I will make her my future. She is a sin that I want. My Nemesis.

The devil's daughter Indra grows up in Asgard among Vikings and Asa gods. Unaware of her destiny, she is abducted by the dark lord Lucifer, who locks her up in his torture chambers under his throne in hell. According to the prophecy, Indra can change the past. By traveling back in time via portals, she can ensure that those who now have the power never get their hands on it in the first place. King Laurin rules the Valley of the Roses with powerful magic. He helps Indra escape Lucifer's prison and for the first time, she develops strong feelings for a man. There is a mutual attraction but Laurin has his secret agenda and can not allow himself to fall for Indra. He needs her as the means to an end, nothing else. A debt that must be paid. A strong passion between the two begins to grow- but Indra has to escape and leave King Laurin's enchanted castle when her seven-year-old brother Joar is captured and abducted by Lucifer. Together with her best friends, Vimar and Brage, she embarks on a long, dangerous journey in an attempt to free her little brother. The Devil's Daughter is an erotic adventure and fantasy novel about following your heart. Where the clash between the daughter of light and the son of darkness has only just begun…

Amelia Knight (Mia) has just turn eighteen. She is a shy yet a girl with full of excitement. She has a passion for dancing. She also has a best friend called Ashton. She has a sister, Dad, Mum whom she is very close. Her sister is about to get married. But what happens when that marriage pulled her into her worst nightmare. What will she do? Will she live with it or will she leave from it?

Warning! 18++ Dark romance, violence, sex and lots of sex, BDSM, age gap, sugar daddy/baby kink, kidnapping, etc. *** Series of stories of sizzling hot bad boy billionaires, who are devils in the sheets and out of it, tamed by feisty female leads. Each story can be read as a standalone, but some characters make appearances in various stories. Dive in for a long thick...I meant a good long ride, Unless you would rather be bad, Very bad.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.