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He tapped his chin, deep in thought for a moment, “So you must be the poor one… his wife, right? Is my deduction correct?” “That’s rude.” I shifted the plate again. “Plus, I am—” I paused. “Devon and I should be divorced by now. Please do not relate me to him again.” “Whoa… careful there.” He raised his hands slightly, a mocking smile on his face. “Have you finally figured out that Devon is actually a serial killer?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave then immediately turned back to him, “What?” “He has pictures of different people’s faces in his room… doing different inspections. I think they are his victims.” he continued.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“You do.” “I—” “Strawberries?” I held the can towards him. Devrim frowned at it as he shook his head. “No. What do you mean I have triggers?” I sat down with my knees bent and an elbow resting on one as I pulled a strawberry from the can. Flavour exploded in my mouth when I took the first bite. Strawberries were one of my favourite fruits, along with oranges. Devrim hated fruits and Ezra loved sweets like Vanya. “Obsidian?”

A sense of surprise washed over her as she noticed a striking dragon tattoo circling around their necks. They turned their faces to the door just as it swung open, revealing a little girl peeking out. “Y-Yes?” she asked hesitantly. “Can you tell us if you are Miss Hailey Davidson?” one of the men inquired gently, his voice unusually soft for someone with such a tough exterior. She swallowed hard, nodding slightly while her grip on the doorknob tightened, sensing an unshakable sense of danger looming nearby. "Why are you looking for me, Mister?" she asked doubtedly, but suddenly felt the man bringing something from his back which covered her mouth and nostrils.

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet—I'm Francia Dunn." "I'm Afael," he replied, giving her a flirtatious smile. Damn. "And they are my brothers, Basael and Kanael." "She's flirting with them," grumbled Alessa, irritated. "Kanael is mine." Karina rolled her eyes. I diverted my gaze, not wanting to look... upset watching the scene. Watching how Afael was flirting with Francia. "Would you like something else?" I said, getting up. My milkshake had already finished. They shook their heads, paying too much attention to what Francia, the country-named girl, had to say. I walked towards the counter, feeling eyes on me.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

And her skin. I groaned painfully when I felt my buddy stirred down there. Damn it! Her skin is so soft and delicate. And that red rose on the right side of her ear is so...cute on her. Even the way she arched her eyebrows and how her nose reddened with disgust while looking at me looks so cute for me. I don't know if I'm being weird or what, but damn, my mate is something, no, someone that I will fvcking never let go of.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.