Devi And Paxton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The call had ended without her finishing her sentence. I tried to call back but it was no longer going through as I suddenly felt a sharp sting in my chest. "Lenora!" ((Author's Note)) If you're reading this, I'll like to thank you for coming this far because I don't think I would be able to write this without you. We have come to the end of Book 1 and Book 2 will be released shortly. The title for book two is "Marked By The Devil's Son". Please stay in touch. Thank you and I love you <3.

Janice stuttered, squinting. “I should ask you the same thing.” Paxton grinned. His eyes roamed around her face, then to her body. He could not help but think of how lovely she looked in the long evening gown with an empire waist she donned. Also, he noticed she looked chubbier than the last time he had seen her. But it was in a way that he found sexy and made him want her more. “Umh…” Janice trailed off, thinking of what she had told him the last time they had met.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

No need to do something we will regret at the end for sure. Oh, dear God, I might collapse in here. I already got trauma last time. Why did you let me bring back here with this devil man? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

It's been a whirlwind of event and in the middle of it all is the Alpha who got unfortunate to be mated with someone as evil as Khalan. "Why can't he just forget her and get another mate for himself? The sight of her alone disgusts me and I hate her so much," I said to myself with my hands clenched into a fist. I continued to pace through the entire room like one that was searching for something. I heard a knock on the door just at that moment. It was Sharp and unfriendly. A frown formed on my face. "Who's that?" I queried, my eyes fixed on the door. There was no response at first. "I said who is that?" I asked again, slightly raising my voice.

Dante Moretti was angry again. The Devil was angry again. And when the devil is angry, blood follows. He stood still—silent—shoulders squared, chest rising and falling like a man barely holding himself back from ruin. He couldn't believe what his ears heard from Alessia’s mouth. His eyes, once clouded with concern, were now burning coals. Dark. Unforgiving. Dangerous. The kind of stare that made grown men drop to their knees. The kind that whispered of violence without ever raising its voice.

“Go in. He needs you, Devi. Even if he’s unconscious, he can probably feel you.” Inside the room, Deviana sat on the chair beside the bed. Her hand trembled as she touched Adrian’s cold fingers. “Adrian…” she whispered, voice breaking. “I hate you. I hate that you always choose someone else over me. I hate that you made me jealous, that you broke me.” She cried; tears soaked the white blanket. “But… I hate myself more because I still love you. Because even though I decided to go, just hearing that you’re in a coma brought me back here.”

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

Audrey’s POV The devil was here. It was like anytime I thought of him or wanted to think of him, his face magically pops up and we’re seeing each other. His black hair was done in the same way Asher’s own was, his eyes staring straight at me as he sat down on the same seat Asher just stood up from. “Princess, if you had told me there was going to be an occasion where you'd dress up as beautiful like this, I would have gone in to…”

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie