Deviant Fantasy Novels & Stories

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

“But my plan is. In this world, you’ll find people whose goals match mine. Maybe even go beyond… but in the worst ways.” He paused for effect. “But if you stay in my clutches, I’ll help you vanish. With a new identity, a new life.” Hailey frowned, confused, emotions spiraling. Her lips parted as she tried to understand the riddle in his words. “But… with them?” he added. “Oh darling, you don’t want to know what kind of breed those people are.” His words made no sense. Not yet. “W-Who? Who else in Aiken’s group?” she asked, voice laced with genuine fear now.

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.

Esmeralda scoffed, “And why would he want that?” Valerie pointedly looked at Laylin’s womb, making her uncomfortable. “He wanted to breed a specie that could transcend all creatures. A mix between the most powerful species, the Red Witch and the Royal demons. so?” She raised a brow at Laylin asking her if that being existed in her womb. "Have you helped him accomplish his dream?" ................ Laylin felt rigid like a statue, sensing multiple pairs of eyes fixated on her. “I’m n-” “Valerie, you are being extremely rude.” Esmer cut her off. “The demon is supposedly trapped in this book and right now our concern is dealing with the outrage the 'Foretold' has brought." Valeri clamped her mou

Hearing laughter, I glanced at Nathan with confusion. “Devan is a hybrid and a blood drinker,” he snickered while I screwed my face and cursed. “He is like me with a father like Soren?!” I growled. “No, I am nothing like you,” he said in disgust. Crossing my arms, I groaned miserably as he started draping the damn silver around me again. Hissing at the burn, I was surprised to see Nathan giving me a sympathetic look. “Go back and get the vehicle, and we can head to the next state and stay on the Waning Moon pack lands,” Devan ordered Nathan.

he said with a note of finality. 'One time is enough to make you all mine for entity' The devil inclined his head in response, but he didn’t verbally answer. He snapped his fingers again, and Win jeans and button-down disappeared, only to be replaced with a semi-sheer bit of fabric that was artfully draped around his hips and chest. “Wow,” Win said, thoroughly unimpressed. “You really are into this. You are really kinky Adom, seriously” "I am my angel, don't you know we devil's are kinky when it's come to sex" Adom answer him with chuck and Win roll his eyes.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

"You growling sexy ass of a mutt has such a round, fat-ass sexy-as-fuck butts... That I want to bent it like a doggy before spreading it fuck wide and thrust in my dick so hard that you forget everything else even your name and only beg Daddy to stop and slow down. I want to dig into that big Alpha ass pussy of yours, plundering hard, fucking you raw, making you scream for me…” Damian froze, his breath hitching as the perverted fantasy Alexander slurred out hung in the air. The image of this beautiful, ethereal creature trying to claim him, the Alpha King, as a bottom was absurd, yet it made Damian’s blood roar with a dark, heated temptation. He swallowed his saliva hard, his throat tight. H

“Do you know if Devon is still in his office?” “Yeah. He’s always the last to leave. Do you want to see him?” Erin didn’t know what Farida would think if she were to reveal that she had an interest in the mysterious dream stone and that Devon was even going to give her a rundown of the terms and conditions of using the stone. How laughable! “Uh, yeah. I wanted to ask him some questions about that outstanding painting of his,” Erin lied. “The Werewolf Fantasy?” “Yes, that one.”