Devil's Lock Hair Novels & Stories

"There was a devil ,you know an evil person.Then he saw an angel and wanted to have her. No cage her! he waited for many years to have her in his cage. He watched her to age into a beautiful girl. he watched her from far away! The devil inside of him couldn't wait anymore and was always planning to cage her , possess the angel. So he went with the plan to bring her in his dark cage and never let her go!" The more he whispers out the words the more she feels like she can't breath. Angel ? Angel ... She has a feeling that she knows the 'angel' he is talking about. She Whimpers . "Shh , my baby . hear me out first. " he takes a chunks of hair in his hand to play with it making her calm just a

I ran the tip of my tongue over the cap, Valentine drove his hands into my hair and squirmed, “Do it daredevil." I gave a triumphant smile and gently took time to explore him. His fingers pressed deeply into my hair with every lock and bite. He held my hair and pulled my head backwards. He drove into me quickly and with mighty speed. He didn't let me catch my breath even for a minute and I loved it. He was fast and I was quick to match his energy. The door clicked at the moment when he rose up and he slammed me against the couch and drove into me from behind.

The driver opened the rear door of the SUV and hauled Liam out. He was smaller than I remembered, or maybe he’d always been small and I had pretended otherwise. His shirt was ragged, his hair a mess of sweat and fear. A cloth had been over his eyes, and his hands tied behind his back. When he turned his head, I heard the ragged sound of someone holding a sob back. “Liam,” I called, the name tearing out of me.

However, the moment we leave Carmen's cell behind, Jarek grabs the hair at my nape and turns me to face him. "It's been such a long time, pauper, and I think you've forgotten your place," Jarek states, grinning wickedly. "How about I remind you of it, and hopefully, you remember who the fuck I am?" Immediately, it's like electrical shockwaves shoot through my core, igniting the flames that only burn for one person—the devil himself. Don't get me wrong, I love the man Jarek's become, but I won't deny that I crave what the devil can do to me.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

“Mhmm nghh… that f-feels go--ood…” My nails dug into the skin of his back, teeth biting down on my bottom lip til blood rolled down my chin. I could hardly contain myself, so anytime he rammed deep inside, I could do nothing but throw my head back and pull at the strands atop my head. That and our constant position switch is why my hair now looks like a fucking porcupine. What’s worse, it’s upsetting that I couldn’t even ride him properly, rather, he was the one doing all the moving. Simply put, my limbs weren’t functioning.

I try again and again but it doesn't budge. It is locked. Shit! Who locked it? Why the hell it is even locked? 'So that you don't escape stupid.' A voice in my head says. I start banging on it. It hurts. "Hey! You asshole. Where are you?" I shout. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Suddenly the door opens and I stumble backward. The devil appears in front of me. I can sense the dark aura around him. He is holding a file with some papers in them. Why the beautiful ones are always the devils? His smirk is plastered on his face.

another voice called from the crowd behind Devon. A figure slipped out, and I recognized the wavy brown hair and the evil hazel eyes. It was Liora. She was alive. I knew that Devon still had plans for her. He never seemed to know when to dispose of liabilities. Kael gritted his teeth as he saw her. “You filthy whore! You will die with the enemy!” he growled. Liora didn’t respond. She looked a bit fazed by his words. It looked like she was having second thoughts. Or she was probably coerced into this.

Oliver lashed back through furious, watery tears. Darn that bloody dragon for trying to poach my world- Oliver is my world, Devon thought as he furiously lay claim on his mate in every way possible. “Well then watch me own you, Mr Collins,” Devon replied and crushed his lips on Oliver’s in a fiery, dead angry kiss. Oliver struggled in his hold but Devon was a tower of strength and hence, his little mate had no chance of wriggling free as he writhed and mewled under the big, bad wolf.

Dominic went very still. “They didn’t authorize this,” he said. Vale’s eyes gleamed. “They didn’t need to.” My pulse slowed into razor focus. “This was never just Helix Crown,” I said. Vale inclined his head. “At last.” “You’re testing internal fracture.” “Yes.” “Using me as the wedge.” “Yes.” Dominic stepped closer to my side, shoulder touching mine, presence like a drawn blade. “Then the test fails,” he said softly. Vale smiled wider. “We’ll see,” he answered. And the building locks counted down.