Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

We need to talk about the man who owns you now. Victoria deleted the message, but she knew she would go. The devil had shown her his scars. And she was still choosing to stay in hell with him, anyways.

“Tell me, how many nights has she slept beside you, thinking you’re just a cursed soul in need of love? What will she do when she sees what you really are?” I turned fast, slamming him into the wall, though my hand passed halfway through him, half shadow, half flesh. “Stay away from her.” Mordecai’s grin didn’t falter. “You can’t threaten me with the same anger that made me. You forget, Azrael, I am you. The part that slaughtered your blood, the part that smiled while the world burned.” “Not anymore.” He leaned close, his whisper colder than winter. “You can dress it in softer colors, share a bed, pretend the devil deserves love, but you and I know what’s coming. Nine months left, remember?

it made her want more. Dmitry could sense her conflicting emotions, and it only served to fuel his desire for her. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing, possessive kiss. As their lips moved together, his hand slipped lower, cupping her butt and pulling her against his growing erection. Abeni moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch despite her fear.

“How about we play a game?’’ I resolved to say, a cunning smirk tugging at the edge of my lips. She scoffed. ‘‘Never have I ever.’’ I quoted, letting my smirk spread out on my lips. Devon sat up immediately on his seat, a secret smile became obvious on his lips no matter how much he tried to hide it. ‘‘I'm all in. What do you say, sexy doll?’’ He faced Evelyn. “While we await desserts.’’ I added. We were now both awaiting her response, boring holes in her pores with our fixed stares. “Is this some ‘over a table’ kind of bonding or what?’’ “Call it whatever. You are in, like it or not.’’ Devon answered, grabbing the bottle of vodka I had purposely included in the list of orders for the evenin

“You called Sir Daemon an evil pig?” “Yes because that’s what he is. He’s an evil pig.” Alice had to stop chopping tomatoes to laugh. “You think that’s funny?” Devon crossed her arms on her chest to look serious but then burst into laughter upon seeing Alice teared up laughing. “Come on, tell me about his favorite food.” “Risotto. Sir Daemon likes to eat risotto. If there’s only one dish you could make him eat the whole day then it’s risotto.” “Risotto it is. Teach me how to make one, Alice.”

Followed by a peal of laughter, Margi bobbed her head. “He will count his days if he tries that stunt again,” a third voice echoed in the room, and it was none other than the devil himself. Margi turned to see Adele was holding a white cake, and Decker opened his arms, gawking at him. “Happy birthday, my flower,” Margi placed the phone where Mateo could join this family hug. Evan joined the call, too. “Happy birthday, princess,” Adele pecked her head. She snuggled her head into Decker’s chest. That warmth was the only thing that assured her everything would be alright.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”