Devil Dresses Novels & Stories

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

That made the Goddess snap her fingers and look at the devil. “Did you really use all the magic to revive the dead?” the goddess asked as she approached the devil, giving the sorceresses time to get away. “You don't seem to have learned anything.” The devil approached her and grabbed her by the neck. Azael immediately pushed him away, and the white she-wolf approached, growling at the devil. “I will revive my fallen brothers, just as I recovered my cursed body, and I will kill you so slowly that I will enjoy it,” said the devil.

“You turned me into this. And now, I’ll show you what true vengeance looks like.” The call disconnected. Hema let out a choked sob, her knees weakening. She grasped the heavy skirt of her lehenga, trying to steady herself. Her breath came out in ragged gasps. She had won. She had destroyed him. But now—now she had created a monster. A terrifying silence engulfed the wedding hall. The chandelier flickered. The walls stretched into endless darkness. And she was alone. Hema wiped her tears. No. She couldn’t break down. Not now.

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

Now, it was a very deserving slap. "Please go on, mother," Vaelora said. The rest seemed lost. "Go on with what?" Devon asked. "A strip tease?" Vaelora smirked now. When Devon saw her expression, he knew whatever was about to happen next was going to be really bad. For him at least. "A lot of stripping would indeed be done, Devon." She nodded. "We would strip you of every information and leverage you think you have in that mind of yours."

I repeated, but softer this time, like I wasn’t convincing even myself. Rinaldi leaned forward, eyes dark and gleaming. “You should’ve listened to your father, Adrian. He warned you… you trust too fast. You love too deeply. And when you do..” He laughed, a disgusting, broken sound. then he continued to complete the rubbish he was saying. “she will be the one to end you.” Isabella. Her name hit me like a knife. Before I could think, I fired. The bullet ripped through his head. The body fell—hard, lifeless.

Thus, Seraphina quickly understood what Devon wanted to convey, and she chose to wear only his clothes. Devon becoming possessive towards Seraphina, even though she has only just agreed to enter into a courtship with him. He cannot fully understand that when Seraphina wear a crop top and shorts, the demon within him becomes uncontrollable. He would not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to look at her figure and her angelic face. "Of course you are," Devon replies, cheerfully watching the lady. At this moment, he cannot comprehend that he is secretly smiling, something he rarely does.

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

The nurse smiled and pointed to the waiting area. I just smiled and walked towards the row, I was about to sit at the end when I looked up at Videlle who was smiling and shaking her head. I stood up properly and grinned at him. "Hey, Devi. I thought I had chatted it on Tinder," He suddenly said and was overwhelmed with his senses "You're stressing me out, Devi," "Wow, I don't seem stressed either, right?" I sarcastically asked "Besides, is it really tinder?" I asked again. I handed him the paper bag, his brows frowned at it and his gaze went to me.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.