Devil Reina Novels & Stories

She desired to take the place of my Reina. “Alright, will you just quit singing in my head now? I’m going to have a headache.” “Alright, enter the car. Allow me to meet her. " “No, let’s just return home.” I got inside the car without even glancing at the girl in front of me. I know Alaric wasn’t joking when he said that. My wife will eventually request to meet Alaric. This monster is incapable of keeping his tongue shut. My wife and I drove home without exchanging a word. One thing I realized is that my Reina has never trusted anyone before, but she now trusts me. However, she continues to keep a lot of information from me. At the very least, today I discovered she was a Luna. The question

“Who are you.” Still, on her defensive stance, she once more asks the question, which was gladly answered. With courtesy and along with the dress that comes way back in time and from the renaissance and might be from the medieval era. She smiles and introduces herself. “Nice to formally meet you, Allaih. My name’s Reina, the first commandment and owner of the scales of the dragon.” Just then, Reina’s eyes change into a snake-like ones, along with the serpentine dragon that appears and now looming from behind her. Shiver then runs down to Alliah’s back for the resemblance doesn’t just point to Arthur, but also Daniela.

I pressed, desperate to get the answer. “Serena,”Reina answered and she went as pale as a sheet. She stumbled a little and held onto the chair. “Reina? Are you alright?” Reina bit her lower lip and when she looked at me, I saw pity, anger, sadness, sympathy in her eyes. “Who's Serena, Reina?”I asked her, and I could tell that I wouldn't like her answer. “The witch who cursed Kohen.” My stomach sank and my mind suddenly went blank.

Maybe because every nerve in my body suddenly woke up from hibernation. “I am.” “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I tilted my head. “Good things?” “Dangerous ones,” he said, his voice dipping slightly. Charlotte stifled a giggle behind her hand. Reynold held out his hand, and when I took it, there was a moment - a pulse. Not electricity. No. This was silk over flame. Dangerous, yes. But alluring. Anora’s smile turned sly. “She’s the newest member of the Deva Family. Fresh blood.”

¨Buonasera fratelli e sorelle, sono la principessa Delvina Marcello e stasera ci uniamo le mani e chiediamo alla dea della luna di condurci dal nostro compagno! (Good evening brothers and sisters, I am princess Delvina Marcello, and tonight we join hands and ask the moon goddess to lead us to our fated mates!) Delvinaś voice flowed like a soft cloud over the wolf community, cocooning them in a peaceful bubble. She was born with an extraordinary gift for healing, her voice alone held the power to put the most traumatized of war veterans into the sweetest periods of sleep and she was well known for her pure spirit.

He looks murderous "It was you. Wasn't it?" "Me? What did I do?" "You killed Papa" "Oh, that? It wasn't personal. I was only settling old debts" "Have you lost your mind? How could you kill your own father?" "He was your father. Not mine" One time when El Rey was trying to hurt me, he told me the truth. It turns out Mama was assaulted and she got pregnant. She doesn't know who the man is. So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn.

I eventually noticed the time and realized I had to leave. "Have a good day,dear" Selena smiled warmly as she waved."You too". I nodded before heading to the door. How did such a kind woman give birth to someone like Nikola . After the driver they assigned to me dropped me off, I strolled towards the lockers before being blinded by a pair of hands. "Guess who?" the person giggled evily. Mmm, I have no idea I replied sarcastically, knowing exactly who it was, it's me silly, she uncovered my eyes, "Hey Jessica,

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

”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.