Deviant Novels & Stories

Chuckling, I turn my head when the bike comes to a stop next to my car, and watch as Devin removes his black helmet. Devin Devlin, the asshole who hates his name even though it’s feared throughout Ireland. He’s shorter than both Kaz and I, but the fucker is lethal; there’s no empathy behind those green eyes of his. Where Kaz and I are reserved, Dev is the feral one and where Kaz is the silent, broody type, Dev doesn’t give a shit. He’s a fucking honey badger on crack. Like walking up to me right now, punching me in the fucking ribs, and embracing me — if that’s not a brother, what is.

I really don’t want to deal with her right now. I go with my gut and lift my block on Devonte. He was trying to break free to disappear when Lynn came around. I wasn’t going to let him ruin this for me. Devonte isn’t saying anything, and I see him focused on the interaction in front of us. I move to my stomach, keeping my head on Lynn’s lap. “Deviant?” “Yes, deviant. A pathetic excuse for a royal, for a man.” I let out a low growl, causing Lynn to stroke my fur again.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

I turned my head slowly. Cassian Virelli was younger than I expected. That was the first thing that registered. He looked perhaps thirty, perhaps thirty-two, with dark hair and a jaw that was slightly sharp and a face that would have been genuinely handsome if the expression on it hadn't been quite so closed. He was dressed well, very well, in a way that looked slightly rushed, like he had done it all in under ten minutes and still managed to look like the most put-together person in the room.

"Hello?? Hel--Alta! Are you even liste--" "Sorry!" I apologized immediately. "You were saying?" "I was saying you should come out of your comfort zone and go job hunting." I deflated. "There aren't particularly a lot of fashion related jobs this side." And I couldn't work at a place that was far from my house; I'd literally be using a good chunk of my pay for transport. "I know. Which is why I'm going with you." Why? Sitting up straighter, I asked, "Devin fired you, too?"

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one 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 Dev

Marcus has posted a long thread. **THREAD: How Lennon Cross's new photographer STOLE my work and tried to pass it off as her own.** He's posted screenshots. Fake contracts. Fabricated emails. Making it look like I plagiarized everything. The comments are brutal. **Always knew something was off about her** **She's just a wedding photographer. Of course she's stealing** **Lennon should fire her immediately** I feel sick. "This is defamation," I say quietly. "He's lying about all of this."

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

The potion had created a protective layer camouflaging her olive skin and hair which made her look as normal as everyone else's except for the fact that she is of a completely different color from head to toe. Devians have genetically gray-colored skin, varying only in shades. They didn't need any kind of protection for it, since their gray pigmentation creates a defensive layer that naturally resists heat. Though like a soothing balm, it helps them alleviate any kind of discomfort. So for Camilla, it may appear to be a feat of magic. When the woman finally relaxed in her sleep. Mary proceeded to cover her in a mint leaf blanket for more comfort and left her to recuperate.