Devil Reina Novels & Stories

Caring for her in the only way a devil can. Through vengeance. Through ruin. Through blood. Because Reina wasn’t just my nurse anymore. She was my war. And I’d win her.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

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Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Yes, a normal person wouldn't react that way,’ she nodded finding the right word for him. ‘ Thinking of it again, it's more understandable why he's called a devil. Oh oh, I shouldn't underestimate him. He's dangerous ‘ She thought to herself, but her mind wandered to what had happened before they got to the office. His soothing words, his charming smile… ‘ What's wrong with you?,’ she quickly scolded herself inwardly, ‘ Which smile is charming, that was the smile of a devil, you better not fall for it. Lucifer was the most handsome in heaven ‘

As we passed the guys standing outside the bar from Reina’s story, she flipped them off with both hands so aggressively that I thought her fingers would snap. “Yeah, I see you!” she snarled under her breath. “Charming,” I muttered, and Ryker stifled a laugh, with his hand on her back, guiding her to the parked SUV. Reina climbed into the front seat next to the driver, giving me and Ryker the back. The second the car door closed, I turned to him. “You remember that girl I bought at Ravenshire?” “The one that died in the manor fire?” he asked.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

He smiled and hugged her wolf neck and scratched her fur. " That was fucking amazing mate! I can believe you just did that!" he exclaimed in astonishment. Reina's thoughts were still on his mouthwatering body, and she imagined all the unholy things that could happen between. She snapped out of it and melted in Felix's embrace. She decided to give control back to Mercedes as well, and she transformed back into her human form. Mercedes was weak, and she nearly fainted in Felix's arms. He sat on the ground stark naked and pulled Mercedes's naked body into his lap. He laid her head on his chest and moved the hair out of her face. He tried as hard as he could not to let his eyes trail down her de

she said. "I told you. He might be called the devil but he's nothing like that. Why do you keep hating him when he's done nothing wrong? If anyone, King Augustus is at fault here. He sent support to the Ploretina's army just do he could thank them for marrying Princess Nefertiti. What if they decide to attack us too?" She thought about it with a rational mind. Adrian was never the problem, Deira was. He only followed orders. That doesn't make him innocent but if he didn't do as he was told, someone else would.

All these she said in rapid succession, after which she blinked puppy eyes at the one she had called Rio. He was the one standing directly in front of the door. He stepped aside and opened the door, as he said. “You are supposed to show your ID, princess.” “I am the ID, baby,” Toria said as she blew him a kiss. "Bitch,” she heard the first person in line say as she passed. “I love you too," Toria said with a wink as she went inside with Reyona. Just before the blast of music deafened her to everything else, Reyona heard what Rio said to the guy in a forbidden tone. “You are not qualified to be in here.”