Devil Princess Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

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.

Even she can't deny that the Seraphina is beautiful, so why does her irritation with herself keep growing? Melissa know that she is the most beautiful one in the entire department. She does everything she can to enhance her beauty and match their boss, Devon. Melissa is super proud of herself because she's the only woman Devon trusts to prepare his milk. In Melissa's mind, getting closer to this guy is a must, even though she knows he's intimidating. After all, he's the mafia king, and she's doing everything possible to catch Devon's attention. He wants the demon fall for her, even the demon is already in love with an angel.

I felt the air get sucked out of the room. "He is a silent devil in human form," Lena continued. "Dangerous beyond belief. You've barely scratched the surface of who he is, Selene." She looked down at me, her face unreadable. "You might think I’m cruel. But he? He’s cruelty wrapped in charm and dressed in a thousand-dollar suit. He doesn’t do mercy. He doesn’t do forgiveness. And yet... here you are. Still breathing. Still untouched." I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

A while later, while Callum got dragged into a loud debate about film budgets near the kitchen, a woman approached me holding a glass of champagne. She looked around my age, dark hair, bright eyes with nervousness in her face. “You’re Hautea Javier,” she said immediately. “Sinclair-Javier,” I corrected automatically. She smiled. “Right, sorry. I’m Piper.” She shook my hand quickly. “I write for The Lens.” That caught my attention immediately, it was an actual arts publication. Not about gossips nor society press. “I know your work,” she continued before I could respond. “The Queens industrial series? I found your site last year and completely fell in love with it.”

I clicked on the speaker icon and continued. “He doesn't deserve you, girl. You are too pretty to be with a man that doesn't deserve you.” She sniffed. “Girl, thank you so much. I sent you an invite, there is a party tomorrow night at skylord and it's an all masked party. Make sure you dress sexy, I can't wait for the fun.” “Okay, I will, bye.” I pressed on the red icon on the screen. I minimized my phone and checked the invite. My eyes landed on an image that looked like Lily's figure, I couldn't see her face but the figure looked familiar.

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

Lucifer cared less about her manner of approach, his aim is to know who the hell this woman was. "The human Priestess you've been looking for turns out be the second 'YOU'. The female Devil!!" Lamashtu said with pride and Lucifer was dumbfounded. When he sinned against God, he was the only one and how come does he have a woman? This is a cramped shit!! "Explain the shit, you just said" Lucifer ordered and the Lamashtu dashed him out a gorgeous smile.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell. That beauty made him infinitely more dangerous, because it was so easy to forget what kind of monster lurked beneath that perfect exterior. "Are you planning on standing there forever, little wife?" Malakar asked without looking up from his scroll, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. The question jolted her back to the present moment. "You never gave me permission to approach you, your highness," she replied, proud that her voice came out st