Devil Dawgs Novels & Stories

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Their tales are wagging like crazy, Reece's pup sniffing Devon's pussy hungrily. "Devon is so cute," Reece says as Devon tries to play. "Thank you, what's your pup called again? Sorry I forget," I say and he tells me his pup is called Spot. I can see why, he has dark freckles all over his pale body which are quite cute. "Daddy he keeps sniffing me," Devon says nervously as he spins in a circle to keep Spot away from his pussy. "I know pup, he can smell you going into heat. He's here to breed you," I say happily and Devon looks confused. He quickly climbs onto my lap with Spot following after his pussy and I hold my pup.

Then why wasn't he there? Her phone notification had been popping up madly, but she was too consumed and worried to peek at it. Drexton's strange behaviour, and now he hasn't come. She unlocked her phone to call Drexton, but her eyes caught the latest news. Curiously, she clicked on one of them. "Just in, the Hell Devils have been caught. Citizens are in shock to realize that the people who have been putting terror in their eyes were no other than the people whom they adore deeply. They are Jaxon Creed, Maddox Creed and lastly, Drexton Blackthorn."

Devon would be in my company for the better part of the day, working. Initially, I was relieved that Vector came over to keep me company with his presence because I would have gone insane with worrying and thinking nonstop, but I was beginning to feel that it was a bad idea. “Ellan,” Vector responded. The name sounded somewhat familiar, but because of the thoughts in my head at this very moment, I couldn’t even think of who that might be, and Vector noticed my confusion. “The owner of Dancing Devils,” Vector said. I glared at him with annoyance.

she asked Adina as they sat together, sipping tea. Adina sighed, looking thoughtful. "Dante has had a difficult life. He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his uncle, who was a cruel man. Dante learned to be tough, to protect himself and those he cares about. He may seem like a monster, but there's more to him than that." She pondered Adina's words, feeling a strange sense of empathy for Dante. Despite his harsh exterior, he had shown her a side of himself that was protective and caring. She found her heart softening towards him, wondering if there was a way to reach the man behind the facade.

“Then what are you saying? How would the Twins meet their ends?" Nathan's expression remained resolute, his blond hair perfectly messy. “By a monster more powerful and fearsome than them," he replied, his voice dripping with conviction. I raised an eyebrow, my refined nose wrinkling slightly in skepticism. “And what sort of monster is this? That is more powerful than the Twin demons?" I asked, my voice laced with doubt. Nathan's emerald eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement, his angular face set in a fierce expression. “The first of his kind and original hybrid, Death and the Devil himself... Eric Damian," he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I told him then playfully punched him and walked away. When I reached papa office, I didn't bother to knock so I walked in shutting the door behind me. “Next time you walk in without knocking, I’ll chop your balls off, fry them and feed them to Vito and Aria for breakfast.” He said calmly as he read a file. Vito and Aria are Rottweilers. Abree’s pet dogs. They are one aggressive mother fuckers. “Understood?” “Yes, papa.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Immediately, the potential Duke gave an upside down smile, confirming his acceptance to the deal. Warthogs were not an easy sight in this part of the country. However, it seemed things were turning out to be on Earl's side. He nuzzled his gun, aiming at the giant beast it took over ten minutes to find. Smiling, he placed a finger slowly on the trigger, ready to pull and be superior to Philip for seven whole days. Somehow though, he forgot that things weren't all that easy in life. The Marquess caught sight of his opponent a few feet away, aiming at the exact warthog he had found, trying to STEAL his price.

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