Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

Hard. And the devil had watched, smiling the whole way down.

“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

“Trust me, she’s not a spy. Look at her, she looks nothing like a spy. She looks like the type that would sit around all day watching romcoms on N*****x and eat a lot of junk food." *gasp* RUDE! but true. "Ma lei non è grassa tu. Ha un corpo fantastico, davvero sexy. Certamente il mio" The one with the weird haircut said giving me a disgusting look. “But she isn’t fat thou. She has a great body, really sexy. Certainly my type” FUCK YOU, WEIRDO They all stopped and looked at Weirdo as Luciano shot him a death glare. "Capo scusa, sono stato portato via"

“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.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Soon all four of us were served with different desserts. I ordered three chocolate mousse while Devin had Tiramisu and these two annoying people in front of me settled for mixed berries and fruit salad. ‘’You eat too much sweets, Ren.” Megan told me as if I care. ‘’I like my girl who can eat anything without a care in the world.” Devin saved Megan from her impending death caused by my annoyance. Devin offered me a spoonful of his dessert. I held the spoon but he gave me a knowing look so I let him feed me. He was such a sweet bastard. This Devil knows how to make a woman melt in puddles for him. I froze when he reached for my face and his thumb grazed my lip. “You got something in there, Bab