Deviant Book Novels & Stories

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

Some of the men rushed forward and untied this man, running away immediately after. “You know, I have been hearing rumours of the boss of the Aberrants. Many people have said that he is a pretty boy that just slept his way to the top.” He looked Eden up and down, licking his lips. “I can see why people said that now. Don’t you think you’re too pretty to be trying to be a boss of these hooligans? Why don’t you just be my bitch? I can give you money and protection.” “Now that is a tempting offer,” Eden said, smiling at the man with half-lidded eyes. “You will have to give me a minute to think it over.”

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"Been there, done that." But then, why was I still staring at the section with such interest? Maybe because I haven't been horizontal in a while or was it the thought that I won't be for a long while to come? Whatever the reason, I was still staring transfixed at the cover of the closest book in my line of sight. A picture of the curve of a woman's back in a red hue titled The Devil's my New Teacher by Ms. OG. I picked up the book and added it to the pile in my hand. Oh well.

Love you all! Hope magkabati na sila! Care to read also my availbale books sa mga new comers. *Your Stranger *Doctor Alucard Treasure *CEO's Lucky Charm *Alpha King Checkmate *The Devilish CEO Have fun everyone!

Just a quick note to let you all know that I am going to be working my ass off to bring either multiple chapter uploads per day for the rest of the month. I am still incredibly busy however, I want to have this book completed by December (or New Year at the latest). once this book is completed, I will be taking a break from writing for a while HOWEVER I will be back with the third instalments of The Deviant CEO and The Outlaw Chronicles as well as other new books/works!

She chuckled, biting her lower lip. “I swear to God,” Liv laughed, “you’re gonna get arrested for public indecency.” “Let them try,” Bella purred, crossing her legs slowly, revealing the black lace lining her denim shorts. She felt alive. Her body ached for touch, her mind craved chaos. She wanted to lose herself in filthy pleasures, sweaty bodies, and meaningless orgasms.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.