Devil Female Novels & Stories

Devil looks furious, but there’s pride and admiration in his eyes too. “Just a question, big bro,” I say. “Do you always let bitches speak for you, or were they lying about you not wanting me here? I’m guessing the latter, but hey, you never know.” I wipe the blood off my knuckles with my jeans and wait for his answer. “Bitches were lying. I never even talk to them. I just fuck ’em,” Devil says. He’s not looking at me, though... he’s eyeing the unconscious women on the floor.

"Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Xerxes was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Daemon waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Daemon," Xerxes repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here.” Daemon said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Xerxes sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

I looked up to see a woman staring down at me. Her long black hair over her shoulders. Her lips in a flat smile as she moved her shade and glared at me. I lifted my brows, trying to read what was happening. "Hi bitch, I am Valentina Cortez" she said. I sat back. She moved closer, stooped as she wanted me to hear and see her clearly and smirk. "I meant to say 'YOU FVCKING CHEAP SLUTTY, HOME WREAKING, LAPDOG CHEAP BITCH!" She yelled.

KNOX POV "There she is." Fawaz pointed. Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow! Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks. He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice. (DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

He loved her. She stirred before opening her eyes, they looked clueless as she stared about before realization dawned on her and she felt like plucking out her soul, she was seething as she wore her nightgown. Where was that son of a bastard? She was going to kill him, break every bone in his body. Abdul-Dayyan walked out of the bathroom with just black sweatpants, a hand was plunged into it's pocket and a lazy smile was on his face as he leaned on the doorframe watching her.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

I answered. I don't know his treatment of women but the scene I saw last night is enough to tell me what he is towards them. He's nothing but a disgusting bastard. Valerian chuckled. His voice is dangling with amusement. "You have said you've been 'admiring me from afar'. Why is it that you changed your words, Natasha?" I didn't answer. None of what I've said is true. I will never admire Valerian Fenrir. I'm maybe upset by my father for not telling me that Valerian is a vampire but I still remember everything that he said to me about Valerian F*cking Fenrir. He's brutal and heartless and I despise people like him.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.