Devil Night Clothes Novels & Stories

Ever again! Suddenly, Eva froze in her spot as she stared at something or rather someone not too far away from her. A few good distance away from her was none other than the Devil himself. He walked confidently, his eyes were sharp, his features remained indifferent as usual and his posture was nothing but powerful yet nonchalant. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt which was rolled up to his elbow, exposing the strong and visible muscles of his arm, a dark coat hanging on his shoulder, and dark pants. Everything he was wearing was all dark but he was still gaining everyone's attention and he did it with ease without having to put effort. Every woman had their eyes locked on him like h

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

Chapter 42 After I was satisfied with the food they prepared for me, Viktoria took me to another room to change my clothes and clean my body. They gave me a black dress to wear with a balloon style sleeve and they even gave me a black cloak similar to theirs but I did not accept. Almost all of them in the coven were dressed in black as if they were always in a trance. I feel the dark, cold, and gloomy aura of that mansion.

Instead, she scanned him from head to toe, holding her chin thoughtfully as her brows furrowed. After a moment, she snapped her fingers. "First, we're getting you new clothes." She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the nearest clothing store. "What's wrong with my clothes?" Devon asked, pulling his hand away. Karina looked him over again. "It's too shouty." Devon frowned. "You need to blend in." He glanced down at himself. He was wearing a fitted black button-up shirt tailored to perfection, charcoal trousers cut from expensive fabric, and handcrafted Italian leather shoes that probably cost more than the average person's monthly salary.

There is something mysterious about the colour, black, that made it more appropriate for a night like this, a night that I would be dining with the actual devil. “Your car is waiting outside.” My housekeeper came to inform me. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Bringing the glass to my lips, I downed the remaining contents of the wine glass in one gulp before I set the glass down on the table. I reached for my jacket and threw it over the strapless dress I had on. A black jacket over a black dress, I looked like the perfect villain, especially with the dark red lipstick I had on—the darkest shade of red I could find in my collection.

I said, taking mental notes. Hours went by. The daylight was fading fast, giving way to darkness. We have an early dinner at 6:00 in the evening. Afterward I spread our attire on the bed that we had dry cleaned downstairs in the laundry shop. Alpha Jett and I have the same attire, black pants, black shirt and black leather jacket and even our shoes are black. Our informant told us that vampires wear casual clothes at the masquerade party, not the usual fancy gowns and tuxedos we usually see in movies.

“‍And tha‍t‍ girl is bei⁠ng stubb‍orn, I hope she didn't run away befor‌e the day.‌” My hands tightened aroun‌d the glass as I leane⁠d closer to⁠ the door. ‍My lips curved int⁠o a‌ small smile in t‍he dark hallway as I headed towards the kitchen. Back⁠ in my room, I opened my clos‌et. The weddin⁠g dress hung like a silent witness, white s‌ilk, long sl⁠eeve, lace⁠ around the neck. I touched the⁠ smooth, cold‍ fabric‌.

I blurted out. I bought you for a night, anyhow your bare teated shouldn't be an issue to you," he responded coldly with his deep voice, not moved by what I said. I folded my knuckles, trying to control my temper. The urge to strangle him was all over me. "The gown fits you perfectly, are you aware of that?" He smirked, coming close to me. I noticed how huge he was, tall, strong, cold, arrogant, controlling, and possessive. I could see his thick black hair styled and jelled backward, sharp chiseled jawline, dark blue eyes, and inked fingers, hands, and chest.

Cool where she needed it, warm where she still clung to heat. Adelaide sucked in a breath. The sensation made her shiver, as if heaven and hell had briefly agreed on her temperature. The gown was sheer, flowing. Its colour: infernal red, the Devil’s colour, shot through with darker threads that caught torchlight like embers banked beneath silk. The fabric clung just enough to hint at the shape beneath, never hiding, always suggesting. It moved when she breathed, when she shifted, when Apollo walked—alive in a way leather never was.

-Katherine- “I hate this,” I mutter as I stare at myself in the floor-length mirror. “I fucking hate this.” I’m used to black jeans, a t-shirt, and combat boots with my hair in a ponytail, but now Xenia has me dressed up in a tight-fitting black dress, mile-high heels, and red lipstick. This isn’t me at all, but it’s the me I need to be to lure Priest out. “I know, but you’ve gotta suck it up, babe; this is the type of meat Devil’s Void vamps love. Gotta put it out there to get their attention,” she says while doing my hair.