Devil Kiss Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

He pushed me back on‍to the be‌d, h‍is weight p‌inned me down and he lowered hi⁠s back slowly, his lips touched mine. I tried to push, but my palm slip⁠ped through on his wet s⁠kin. My silk ribbon suddenly split, falling in two pieces. The m⁠ask fell.⁠ My lashes l‍ifted slowly. Niko⁠la‌i's‍ eyes expan‍d‍ed. His hands‌ suddenly tightened ar⁠ound my neck, s‌queezing i‌t hard. “Who are you?”⁠ ‍

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!" I pointed at the woman's neck and declared, "As far as I know, my sister-in-law May has a birthmark shaped like a square behind her neck. Meanwhile, this new wife of yours has the exact same birthmark!"

I gasp. He fists my hair at the nape of my neck and yanks my head back, twisting it so I can look him in the eyes as he corrects my words, “The only one that you should be worshipping is me, and I am no God.” He leans in, biting my lower lip, drawing my blood, and licking it. He smiles down at me wickedly, and says, “I am the Devil incarnate, baby,” as he thrusts hard and deep, pretty much hitting my cervix each time. “Oh, Sir, I’m going to come!” I moan.

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

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"Stop with that grin, Kasan. Aren't you an infamous devil? You're supposed to be a dirtbag...even to me and all those stupid mobsters downstairs. I honestly thought you'd be the type to kill any and everyone over simple things like spilt milk, but you're so chummy with us all that it's getting suspicious. Where's the devilish mobster everyone's afraid of?" He shrugged. "I'm devilish when I need to be...not when it comes to you..." Slapping my fingers away from his eyes, he leaned in and before I could even register his movements, he quickly gave me another sloppy, half-assed kiss then flopped back unto the pillow with that stupid grin still on his lips. I laid there silently and watched in c

Would I be able to handle that? Especially after keeping myself so fucking locked up for so long? She rubbed my cheek once more, her eyes searching into mine, staring deep into the edges of my soul. “ Fuck Igor, Fuck the world and fuck my fucked up brain.” She cursed and there was something about the way she said it that scratched a part of my brain. She sounded so cute but yet hot. “ I want you to show me darkness, try me and see if I can handle it.” The space between us felt too big so I closed it, placing my hand at the small of her waist. My gaze lingered on her lips. “ Are you sure, Cara Mia?” “ I'm sure, Dusha Moy.”

The Devil could not help but embrace Kate, his chest congesting, knowing full well he was going to marry the girl of his dreams. He pressed his lips against her ear and asked, "Are you ready to be called... Misses Ronaldo?"