Devil Desire Novels & Stories

The selfish bastard inside me was fueled with the need to claim the girl that I’ve all these years silently and recklessly considered mine. The Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Kasey to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain. “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” Her nostrils flare, the spark of defiance igniting in her eyes urging her to fight me on this, but tonight, I won’t be relinquishing any of my control.

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

James glared at the Devouring Demon. The Devouring Demon was a bizarre being comprised of various body parts from countless different races. His soul was also abnormal and held similarities to the evil spirits of the Dark World. In the Dark World, some evil spirits would devour other souls to grow stronger. James could sense one dominant soul within the Devouring Demon, but at the same time, there were also others within him. “You should take his offer!” “Hurry up, and take it!”

“And grief, if you let it, will turn even a good man into the thing he despises.” Adrian’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then perhaps that is what I must become, the thing they already call me. The devil of Deira.” He turned, cloak sweeping behind him as he strode toward the stables. Spencer watched him go, his heart heavy. There were no more words left that could reach him. Far from Adrian’s castle, the Royal Palace glowed beneath a veil of winter mist. Inside its gilded halls, the air was no less poisonous than the cup Adrian imagined.

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.

His hands explored her body, fingers tracing the curves he had memorized in his dreams. Hema arched into him, her nails digging into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. She felt his desperation, his need. His body was already hard, aching, throbbing against her. And deep down—she wanted this too. Her own core throbbed, wet with anticipation, craving the friction only he could give. She feasted on him. Not with love. Not with passion. With anger. With vengeance. Their kisses were heated, desperate, dangerous. Zayden mistook her fury for passion, and she let him.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Heat curled low in my stomach, sharp and insistent. And I wanted him. God help me, I wanted him. The thought made me sick. My eyes burned as his mouth moved to my collarbone, as his hand tugged at the hem of my shirt. I couldn’t stop the way I arched into him, the way my body begged while my head screamed. I bit my lip hard, tasting blood. Anything to stop the sound that wanted to escape. He murmured my name again, tender, almost reverent. And that was what hurt the most.

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?! "