Devil Desire Novels & Stories

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.

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

] - Zoravec He was sure that Devi did not hold back from feeding on the lustful thoughts of his. After all, she introduced herself as the demoness of lust which was obvious that she was feeding on him. However he did not feel any kind of exhaustion or dizziness which normally was the successful dual cultivation.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

Scorpion murmured under his breath as he was afraid his boss might overhear his words. Scorpion and the devil grew up together. But the way he treats Scorpion made it impossible to know that they once shared the same bed. Scorpion sighed at the thoughts. He doesn’t know why, but the way the devil treats him, makes him feel neglected. However, he knew there was nothing he could do. The devil isn’t a person who listens to others. He’s a headstrong human who has no regard for human life. In his world, there is nothing but pain and anguish. The Devil doesn’t know what love is.

I was a walking temptation but the good part was, someone else will be the scapegoat, Kelvin. He will pay for ever hurting her, for even coming in contact with her and most important, for fucking what's mine... Her body, mind and soul belongs to me. Doom Castillo.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“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!’

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.