Devil Kiss Novels & Stories

***** ~Author’s POV~ “My, my, my…” Vesper purrs, blowing an air kiss. “My Sweet Possession. I knew you’d come to me.” Lucy glares at him, hatred burning in her eyes. He looks exactly as he did in her nightmares— Towering with broad-shoulders, eyes like pits of shadow, sharp canine teeth. Long, glowing fingers twitching with dark energy, his hair black as midnight. Vesper is the embodiment of a devil’s charm. He's beautiful, deadly and soulless.

I step out of the basement into the blasting hall of my club, where the world pretends I’m nothing more than a man with too much money and not enough soul. There's been a lot going on in my City. A lot I needed to focus on. My men knew not to go against me. They call me Il Diavolo — the Devil. But in this world, fear is power, and power is law. I don’t just run a business; I run an empire. Italy bows at my feet — from the cobbled streets of Rome to the blood-soaked alleys of Naples. Half of Spain answers to me, too. Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine.

They all look pale and exhausted on the corner of their lips is a blood stain. All thanks to the brave stance each of them took trying to suppress the king's beast that has become feral since two full days. The night after he visited the DeHaven maid's room. king Xerxes ended up making another visit to the prince’s room. Unfortunately or fortunately for him,he was not disappointed because the prince possesses the kiss of the devil's star on his nape. A mark that could only be found on his soulmate.

her screams with pain filled with room which satisfied don her tears got dried for crying again and again her bleeding lips due to many cuts he said "cut those fingers first of all pluck those eyeballs filled with lust" they did as he said she she shouting for every time those fingers got cutting down she screamed untill her throat got dried she started falling unconscious he said "pour boiling water" they did she screamed once again he said "finish her and throw her to my man eating fishes and crocodiles pond" they nodded their head these three people returned ◇FLASHBACK ENDS◇ present...... for the world he is a charming and chocolate boy but no one knows can guess this devilish side of him

And the way she whispered her name, she was not a wolf. “Please, don’t hurt me.” She whispered, standing on her toes and trying not to move. Her trembled lips caught his attention, and he loosened his grip on her waist only to pull her close. He sucked her lips like he was about to claim her soul. She tried to push him, but his body suppressed her against the wall. He clutched her hands above her head and made her stand on her toes. Who would accept a kiss from a devil? Not more than that. He was kissing her like he wanted to punish her for her existence. His red eyes were the prrof, she doesn't need to see his face.

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.

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

“Do you really think I'm the Devil?” His expression was unreadable, but his eyes carried a hint of what looked like disappointment. “Of course,” I said truthfully. “I’m sure you enjoy being called that, don’t you?” I whispered, sliding my feet up to his half-hard cock. “You don’t have to call me that,” he said, sucking in a deep breath. Silence stretched for a moment. For some reason, he seemed uncomfortable with me calling him the very name most people call him. “Is that an order or…?”

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.