Novelas y relatos de Devil's Wish Chapter 1

And now, the strings tighten. Damitri slumped, sword clattering from numb fingers, his breaths ragged wheezes. The queen sobbed, clutching the infant tighter, while the boy stared with wide, tear-streaked eyes, fists balled at his sides. The devil's gaze shifted, those crimson slits narrowing with predatory hunger. He released Damitri with a casual flick, the shadows recoiling like whipped serpents, and strode toward the child. His hooves clicked ominously on the flagstones, tail lashing behind him, barbed tip carving shallow furrows in the stone. He paused before the boy, then crouched low, wings folding with a leathery rustle, bringing his grotesque face level with the child's. Sulfurous b

Swiftly I nod while I tremble. “Good, now be a good girl and come here, the sun is still up, so we can get started, we have a long…. The night ahead of us Vida," the devil tells. Now I understand, it is true that the devil doesn't bargain.

She glanced through the first page, read the first chapter and froze. It was a story about a man named Desire, narrating the first time he had sex with his nymphomaniac girlfriend Ivy. When he shaved her and painted her in his private studio. Delilah felt her heart skip a beat as she read the words. She was getting a feeling of déjà vu as she glanced over the raw and unfiltered words.

Please read the note below before proceeding with the chapter… 18+ content, read only if you are comfortable. Devika’s POV He started down by kissing my toes, and nipping on them, making me gasp. His fingers trailed their way up and down my legs, until I was a quivering mess due to his touch, and felt like crying out of frustration at him not moving ahead. But he did, his fingers moved up just the difference was not to where I was feeling the need to.

Her heart galloped, and her breathing hitched, seeing him so handsome in a white suit, his eyes gleaming at the sight of her, his chest heaving as if struggling to breathe. Almost immediately, nothing else mattered but The Devil in front of her. She was marrying the man of her dreams. ~ “So tell me why, what good is life If we're all just waiting to dance in the sky? I'm already there, here in your eyes We climb the gates, every time that you lie down next to mе I rest in peace Thеy say it's better, but how could that be? If everyone had a love like us They wouldn't call that place above, Heaven” ~

©S A F I E Chapter 2 ELLE I woke up in haste. I could feel the cold wind hit my back as I stretch out, feeling sore and tired as I turn, groaning. The sun is burning my eyelids and I raise my arm to shield my face from its glare. I'm closed to sleeping again only to hear the devil speak, "You're awake now..." I open my eyes and realize that the affectionate man I've slept with last night was again possessed by the devil. What happened last night made me blush both in embarrassment and anger.

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.

"Am I able to see what will happen with him and me?" She quickly shook her head. "I shouldn't," she whispered. "Instead, I wish him happiness; I wish that he would achieve what he wants. I wish that I could be a capable helper for him." In the middle of her wishes, the book felt a little lighter in her hands. Slowly, it levitated, opening up a page on its own. She was amazed as she read the title of that chapter. "Enchantments," she read out loud. There were a couple of enchantments written on it, but she did not manage to read any of them since she read the very first line.

​The little boy turned toward Kai, stretching out his tiny hands as he came toward him, calling out in a pure, sweet voice: "Papa... Papa..." ​"My son..." The word escaped Kai's trembling lips like a pained gasp. His heavy hand reached into the air, trying to grasp the phantom of the little one, trying to reach that warm embrace and that happy life he had lost. ​But the moment his fingers drew near the phantom, the image shattered like scattered smoke. The roar of the bar returned to strike his head with cruelty, and he found the hand of the strange girl still touching him coldly. Kai shrank into himself, feeling a deadly chill invade his chest; those were his very first glimpses of hell and

“Another shirt ruined.” Olivia stood, her mouth agape in shock. Cassandra stood, backlit by the sun setting. Her hair wild, the left side of her white shirt hung loose from her pants, blood soaked her sleeve, and a man lay at her feet. When Cassandra looked up she was shocked to find herself lost in blue eyes. The rumours that she was cold was far from the truth. She was heat, white, hot heat. And Olivia feared she’d be burned alive is she didn’t get away. Something must have shown on her face. Cassandra straightened and stared at her in challenge. The devil behind the cold eyes a deep contrast. “I want to go home.”