Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

I walked towards the counter, feeling eyes on me. "Hi, Gigi," I said to the smiling woman in front of me. "Could I have another milkshake, please?" "Sure thing," she turned to make it. "Hello," someone greeted me. I turned to him immediately; it was one of the team's guys. "Hi," I smiled, somewhat confused since he had never spoken to me before. "Coralee, right?" he leaned on the counter. Was it just me, or was he nervous? "Yes," I nodded.

“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"

DIANA The routine came back slow. And we decided to stay—at least for now. "This has zero nutritional value," Rocco said, ripping the frozen pizza out of my hand like I was about to commit a felony. "It's food, Rocco. Food has nutrition." "Real food." He tossed the box in the trash with a dry snap. "Not that microwave crap." I breathed in deep. Counted to three. Didn't do a damn thing. "I want a cheeseburger."

Or maybe some ice-cream? Or better yet, cookies and ice-cream. Yes, that's perfect! That's what I needed. Cookies and ice-cream. The door suddenly opened and the devil in human form entered and locked the door. "Sinister," I tried to reason as he walked closer to me. "Becky." He calmly stated. "Let's not go there." "Where?" He asked wickedly, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Holy hell, the monster was lovely.

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Finally… she had truly accepted him. Vivica giggled softly against his lips and kissed him back. She was once again in the arms of her Devil, the one she never wanted to escape from.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

I snarled. His mouth curled the slightest bit. "I haven't assaulted you. Yet." I sucked in a breath. "Yet?" He bent his head, burying his nose in the crook of my neck and breathing in. "For a hard ass cop, you smell like flowers." "Fuck you. Get off me." He chuckled, the sound moving through me like lightning. "Now that I've caught you, what should I do with you? What do you think my reward should be? "

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.