Devil Novels & Stories

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

I had seen that spark of defiance in her eyes on multiple occasions. Once I made it to my room, I made a beeline for the shower. My body held so much frustration and tension. I wanted to hunt down the motherfucker that had spiked Miranda's drink. Just thinking about the number of innocent girls the piece of shit probably took advantage of had my vision blurring with anger. I loathed those types of people — the types that preyed on the weak.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

~Ren~ Dumbfounded, utterly astonished, that’s how I’m feeling at the moment. It’s not that he’s wrong, he’s totally right, yet I don’t want to show him any fucking clue. Am I that easy to read? He looks done perusing my thoughts, Devin broke the eerie silence hovering over us. “I know you…” he slurred. “Too well, agápi mou… coz I love you so much even if you push me away… you’re still the one my heart is longing for… you must love me still…” he shook his head. “You do, you have to…”

I pressed my lips together, seeing our driver exit his side and make way to the front of the door. I giggled lightly, knowing what it meant. He wasn’t in that car. Of course, he wasn’t; that vampire never showed up here before dark. My attention went back to my garden, my mind carelessly busy as I tilled the soil. “Mrs. Ballard?” I heard his voice,

Liv tossed and turned restlessly in her down sleeping bag, her eyes moving rapidly behind her eyelids. She was caught in a dream. A dream about wolves. Wolves with bright, ice blue eyes. Suddenly, the eyes were no longer in a white wolf’s face, but a man’s. A man’s face, all planes and angles; the only thing saving it from being cruel looking was a wide, sensuous mouth.

“He’s human and nothing bad is going to happen during the remainder of his stay. ‘Until you’re a mindless drone again’ she thought. Letting his manipulative ass back in her life will be doing everyone good. She didn’t like it at all. “So who do you think the rat is?” she asked. “Could be anyone. The only thing they were slow today. I just want to catch whoever it is in action and then they’ll regret ever knowing me, Megumi Hirose” she grinned. “And that’s a promise”.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Lorenzo tried containing his hormones as his member stirred to life. Dio! He thought, his mind clouding with dirty thoughts. Bonnie's grey pupils came into view when she opened her eyes. Her cheeks turned a deep red colour when she realized she had shared a bed with a man. A man! And not just any man. Don of the Italian Mafia. "Morning, beautiful." He said with his sexy morning voice. "Morning." Bonnie said. She sighed as her hand laid on Lorenzo's face. Is it a good time to kiss him?