Devil Daddy Novels & Stories

His footsteps echoed through the room, filling the crowds with immense fear, I had a bad feeling about him yet I couldn't help but watch his every move. I finally got to see his face and he was very attractive,not a single flaw on his face but he had to go and ruin it by being so emotionless, I noticed the skull tattoo on the side of his neck. It was the symbol of his Mafia but in way more detail. His attractiveness was intimidating so I couldn't imagine how insecure the guys felt when he walked in. Nikola slowly scanned the room, girls practically drooling over him as he glanced in their direction, but then he spotted me and started walking in my direction and he stood a few steps away from

"Tell me what happened tonight, Daddy." She moans out as I ram my cock deep inside of her pussy, making her body jolt and a moan shout from her throat. I rub two fingers over her clit, soaking them in her arousal so they'll slide right in her ass easily. I hammer into her pussy violently, smacking against her so hard it echoes loudly throughout the air as I lower my head, grit my teeth, and whisper into her ear. "You have no fucking idea who I am, little one... I told you I was the fucking devil and I meant it."

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break you, clip your wings and cage you. And you will cry and only cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time" ~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST), is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature 'DEVIL' of God who he doesn't believe in 'FORGET AND FORGIVE' "I'm good but not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL. ~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.

"Fuck fuck fuck Fucking FUCK!" Darren cursed as he sipped his scotch, "why don't I just kill her and take her soul? I don't fucking know! Of course that would be the easiest solution, hell, if some fucking demon gets a hold of her, me killing her would be a fucking mercy!"

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

They were aligning frequency and waiting. “They’re confident,” I said. “They’re theatrical,” Dominic corrected. “Different flaw.” “Do we answer?” “We do,” he said. “Together.” The projection formed, unlike the Crownbreaker silhouette, this one showed a face. Mid-forties. Serene expression. Medical calm. The kind that makes people confess things they didn’t plan to say. “Dominic Voss,” the woman said warmly. “And Elara Quinn. I appreciate the simultaneous audience.” “You purchased stolen pathway metadata,” Dominic replied. No greeting. No cushioning.

I made a deal with the devil….. He appears in a rush of heat and smoke, towering, obsidian-skinned, horns curling like black ivory. Wings folded against his back. Golden eyes fixed on me with predatory amusement. And between his thighs… six cocks. Six thick, ridged, barbed demonic cocks rising in a perfect fan, each one pulsing, already dripping with dark precum. He steps closer, voice like velvet over gravel. “You want it all, little starlet,” he says, not a question. “Richest actress in the world. Every role yours. Red carpets, magazine covers, awards lined up on your shelf. Billion-dollar franchises begging for your name.”

A manly figure slides inside and slowly shut the door behind his back. He took predatory steps towards my frame. My body trembled under each approaching steps. He came closer and crouched down at my level blocking the sunlight. I peered at him. His face is stoic and void of any emotion. Yet I get the glimpse of the devil incarnate within him. He studied my face with a hard gaze as his thumb traced my bottom lip. The touch of his hand made my head flinch back. My eyes caught his hardened expression and a shiver passed through my spine. My breathing escalated with fear and trepidation.