Devil's Tongue Knot Novels & Stories

He tried it for about two times and decided he’ll try it later when it still didn’t connect. He activated the hidden bud in his ear and the voices of Don Alessandro and Danny were heard. Before going to serve the wine, he had placed a chip recorder at the bottom of the bottle, that way he could hear their conversation. “Glad you honored my invitation.” Don Alessandro spoke up. “It’s a pleasure. I was told your invitation was worth honoring.” Danny said. He pushed the bud further into his ear when he couldn’t hear them loudly. “It is good you did your findings about me. I bet you were also told I hate when people rebel…” Don Alessandro was still talking when Danny’s voice was heard.

The chandeliers were applause; Aiden was the storm, and my life folded like napkin linen under his hands. I stood beneath the crystal cascade, every facet throwing light across my custom champagne gown like a thousand tiny cameras. The ring on my finger caught fire with each movement... a three carat promise that weighed more than I'd ever imagined. Around me, silk brushed against tuxedo wool. Laughter bubbled through the air like the Dom Pérignon being poured into coupes that cost more than my first car.

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.

I went down on my knees before him, held his gaze and slowly undid his belt. “Let me give you a reward, my big bad boy." His lips cracked slightly apart. He eases himself into the chair, I took out his belt and freed the mighty monster who had been waiting all this while. It had stretched to full length and was rock hard. I gave it a pat. It twitched under my touch. The cap glistened. My throat bobbed. I ran the tip of my tongue over the cap, Valentine drove his hands into my hair and squirmed, “Do it daredevil."

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

“Fuck the tux, Liv.” “I really want to give you what you want, but I don’t…” “Fine.” Cass slipped her fingers free, sucked the juice off them, then tugged her jacket off and laid it on the empty seat across from them. Then she went to her knees, pushed Olivia’s legs wide, shoved the panty aside, and latched onto her clit with her mouth.

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

Or they had been rewritten if they did. Under her feet, symbols glowed—runes that glowed silver, gold, and something darker, like ink derived from the stars. Every time her foot touched down, more of them woke up, igniting a route that changed the more she attempted to follow it. They pulsed with her heartbeat. All at once, high-pitched, guttural, and musical voices murmured in the air. a language that she somehow grasped despite not knowing. "Emery."

All was not lost. Abertha stopped trying to teach me prognostication and spellcraft, and we focused on growing shit and foraging for the big three. Basically, there are tons of useful plants, but there are three that are worth their weight in gold—dragon tongue, wolf’s bane, and ashbalm. Dragon tongue is like a drug, similar to steroids, and it grows under very specific conditions—like when the moon is in the seventh house and there’s a red sky in morning. It’s a hassle to harvest, but it funds Abertha’s extravagant and mysterious lifestyle.