Devil Dust Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

“You know, Natasha,” he started. “You don’t have to marry me. Really. But I can’t guarantee your safety as long as you’re a Whitmore. I can only protect you as my wife.” The silence settled again, our eyes locked on each other. “And this…” he continued. “is only until your father’s company is saved and his debts are paid—exactly as you wanted.” Natasha Whitmore enters a marriage of convenience with Tristan Castillo, a powerful man, to save her family’s failing company. Expecting a cold and ruthless man, she instead discovers someone complex, controlled, and unexpectedly protective. As their forced marriage unfolds, Natasha begins to question her assumptions about him and her own life, especially as hidden truths start to emerge and change everything she believed.

This story of a boy who was a businessman one day her best friend ask for help, his father going to marry her with his friend son, she was not comfortable with it, she asks his friend to ask for marriage and convince Her father, but his father made up his find and he rejects without any second thought, after a few years later, her best friend died in an accident when he was visiting her funnel he also died in the accident but god give him chance to protect her from devil follower castle, he has to protect her this time, but he was reincarnated as a child without any memories from past, he have follow his destiny and protect her,

She watched her future crumble through a camera lens. Four years. One ring. The wrong woman wearing it. Sloane's carefully constructed life shatters in a single night when her boyfriend proposes to someone else at an event she's photographing. Broke, humiliated, and desperate for a fresh start, she's ready to give up on everything. Until an opportunity falls into her lap that changes everything. A contract with Lennon Cross. The biggest name in music. The man everyone wants but no one can have. Half a million dollars for six months of her life. It sounds perfect. Too perfect. Because Lennon doesn't do charity. He doesn't do kindness. And he definitely doesn't do love. What he does do is destroy anyone who gets too close. Sloane should walk away. Should protect what's left of her shattered heart. But desperation makes people reckless. And when her ex comes crawling back, suddenly success tastes like the sweetest revenge. The man who broke her. Or the one who might save her. If he doesn't ruin her first. Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are paid for in heartbreak.

Warning! 18++ Dark romance, violence, sex and lots of sex, BDSM, age gap, sugar daddy/baby kink, kidnapping, etc. *** Series of stories of sizzling hot bad boy billionaires, who are devils in the sheets and out of it, tamed by feisty female leads. Each story can be read as a standalone, but some characters make appearances in various stories. Dive in for a long thick...I meant a good long ride, Unless you would rather be bad, Very bad.

Amelia Knight (Mia) has just turn eighteen. She is a shy yet a girl with full of excitement. She has a passion for dancing. She also has a best friend called Ashton. She has a sister, Dad, Mum whom she is very close. Her sister is about to get married. But what happens when that marriage pulled her into her worst nightmare. What will she do? Will she live with it or will she leave from it?

In Ha, no, Lilian, staring at the people in front of her. This is her stage. This is her world. Wherever she is, she will always be a classy villain. The devil. So...became a kind-hearted protagonist? What a joke! She rejects the role, and without warning, her soul transmigrates into the protagonist's body. __________ EXCERPT : Hyun Jae kept his head looking around. In Ha, who saw her manager's unusual behavior, frowned. "Oppa, what are you doing? Are there paparazzi?" In Ha followed Hyun Jae's sight. It was quite cloudy and no one was around. Finally Hyun Jae turned his back, one hand covering a bit his mouth, and the other hand telling In Ha to come closer. In Ha leaned over. "You, I don't know what relationship you have with that man, but I have to warn you. That man is crazy! He's worse than the paparazzi! Scarier than sasaeng fans! You have to be careful, Seo In Ha!" In Ha looked at Hyun Jae and shook her head. "Now to me, you look more crazy." Hyun Jae sent her a death glare. "Hmp! Whatever if you don't believe me! Get down there! Just know yourself when something happens! Hmp! In Ha got out of the car and looked at her manager's car, which was getting away. She looked up at the sky. Raindrops began to fall. Hyun Jae's words earlier annoyed her a little. As soon as she turned around, that man was there. Standing not far from her. *sasaeng : obsessive* __________ *the original cover is not mine

She was his enemy. Then she was his prisoner. Now, she is his soul-bound prey. Arielle Monet was raised to be a queen of the French Syndicate—loyal, lethal, and silent. When she is captured by the ruthless "Devil of Marseille," Girard Roux, she prepares to endure hell for her family. She waits for the rescue that will never come. Then comes the shattering truth: Her father didn't lose her. He sold her. Marcel Monet used his own daughter as a sacrificial lamb, a distraction to buy his escape while the wolf tore her apart. But Girard Roux doesn't want her blood. He wants her name, her spirit, and her life. In a move that shocks the underworld, he forces a ring onto her finger and a vow onto her lips. Trapped in his ancestral estate, Arielle expects a marriage of cold revenge. Instead, she finds a world of dark, carnal hunger and a terrifying secret hidden behind Girard’s golden eyes. He isn't just a Don. He isn't even human. As the moon rises and the beast within her husband begins to howl, Arielle faces a choice that will stain her soul: Run from the monster who bought her, or surrender to the Alpha who promises to burn the whole world down for her. One vow will bind them. One truth will break them. One taste will change everything.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.

(MATURE CONTENT) She was exceptionally beautiful and I wanted to make her mine. Tugging on her jeans, I pulled it off and she gasped when I knelt down in front of her p***y. The milky complexion of her thigh was entrancing and I kissed it before sucking down on it harshly, over and over again, leaving countless kiss marks on her thigh as I worked my way up. Her moans were increasing in volume and I smiled as I watched her bite her lips and thread a hand through my hair, gripping tightly as she tried her hardest to keep her moans in. “Why do you smell so sweet, huh?” I murmured, my lips brushing over her lace underwear. “Do you know how insane you're driving me right now?” I kissed her straight through her panties, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. ——- ——- ——- “I offered myself to save my brother. Now I’m his captive—his slave. But the longer I stay, the less I want to run.” When Tamara witnesses her boss’s brutal murder, she never expects to end up in the hands of Leon Guerra—the ruthless mafia responsible. To save her brother from Leon’s wrath, Tamara strikes a desperate deal: Offering herself, in exchange for her brother’s life. She expected pain. She didn’t expect passion. Now she’s caught in a web of obsession, danger, and forbidden desire—and falling for the man she swore to hate.

My name is Drexton Blackthorn. This is my story. Twenty-one years ago, I witnessed the birth of a girl, born not in innocence but to fulfil my deadly quest. Her cries were a testament to the hate and fire burning inside me, a reminder of blood spilled... and blood owed. Her body was smeared with the sinful blood of her mother. She was born into the same family that annihilated mine. Ixora Castellan. Two years ago, she walked into the trap I spent decades designing. Then my game of torment began. It was supposed to be a simple game of hunt, predator and prey. I ruined her physically, twisted her mentally, but I failed to shatter her heart, and that failure ruined me. I fell for the woman who was born for my destruction. The truth was supposed to stay hidden forever, but someone else had to interfere. Secrets spilled. Blood followed, and I lost my Ixora. Eighteen months later, she returns, but I know she's not Ixora, my firefly. She is a shadow, wearing her face, body and identity. I don't know where my obsession is, dead or alive? For the first time, I am weak and powerless. I want her back. As long as she is alive, I will burn the world to find her. She is not just a part of my past; she is my present, and I will make her my future. She is a sin that I want. My Nemesis.