Devil Dresses Novels & Stories

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

Whether I like it or not. Vanessa does not remember what a normal life is. She is shunned by the world, has no friends and has never dated or been kissed. She likes to blend in with the walls and keep to herself and mostly pretend she is not affected by her devilish step-father's interest in her. Vanessa has no idea what she really is to the Devil. Vanessa is the Devil's step-daughter, but the Devil knows that they are destined to be so much more and he will stop at nothing to make her his.

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher. The devil looked down at the woman's pitiful appearance and then praised his friend, "Good, now my turn." as he said that he turned into his real self and then started with his hand gesture he held the woman's body up in the air, she was shaking all over with blood on her abdomen. She half-opened her eyes, trying to keep her consciousness. "Do you know, you have killed my child?" He asked, seethed.

"How about this!!!!" "REALLY LUCAS!" The Devil throw back his head. 'Those imbeciles' "Come onnn this is gorgeous. Huh! I bet Cinderella will ditch the dumb prince to wear this!" "I said no! That is not even princess type." Currently The Devil has held a competition. Yes a competition. That is about who can find the best princess dress.The participants are Lucas and the devil's sister Rehana. Both highly qualified as they brag about their fashion sense all the damn time. Both are competitive.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

I figured it was time to pull out my trump card in case she decided to rat me out but to my surprise, I didn’t need to. She simply smiled. “We are all devils with different masks.” “What does that even mean?” I muttered, observing that she had totally ditched the luscious voice she liked to speak with. “I didn’t think Miles had it in him. Sending a woman to Curtis and succeeding in getting her close to him, I don’t know whether to praise him for making an excellent choice or you for being so convincing.” She chuckled, looking me up at down with those sparkly eyes. “You have to show me your cauldron.”

"Why would DVV want information on me? I’ve never worked with her." Aiden nodded. "I asked the same thing. She might be looking for leverage or planning something. She’s powerful, and you know how she operates—she doesn’t move without a reason. But if we want her help, we need to play her game." Aiden cleared his throat, deciding to go for it. "Lucifer, do you know someone who goes by the name DVV?" Lucifer’s expression hardened slightly. "DVV?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair. "Of course, I know her. The Devil’s Venomous Viper. She’s notorious in the underworld. Why are you asking?"