Devil Sister Novelas e Histórias

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

EVELINA'S POV Someone doesn't want me here. Someone obviously wanted me dead. But why? And... who could it be? I thought about the woman from earlier, my fingers tightening around the strands of dark-brown hair I had pulled from her disguise. "I'm definitely going to find that woman with the deep blue eyes." The paralysis was definitely strange. Strange wasn't even the right word for it. That was how I would have died, and my poor mother wouldn't even know what happened to me.

Devina drawled sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, “we can deliver a little gift to Baekalis. You know, just so she can get a little warning from us.” Devina had a certain dark glint in her eyes, and I couldn't help but admit to myself that I found it…intimidatingly hot. My princess was a very beautiful lady, and there are times when she would let her rage, anger and need for vengeance consume her in a way that should seem scary and downright demonic. But, no. My baby somehow made that look seem as sexy as ever when it was settled on her facial features. “A gift?” Nightshade inquired, his eyebrows shooting up in intrigue. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

“She’s bluffing! Liam, don’t let her keep spinning these stories. She’s dangerous. You should break her hands and feet and exile her from the pack like the traitor she is—!” “Shut your mouth,” Natalie said. “You think I’m bluffing?” She turned to the crowd. “Everyone knows Devils have a dark aura. They carry a unique odor. It’s why they were able to identify that it was a Devil who took Ned. And that scent... doesn’t just vanish. Anyone who has close contact with a Devil—like embracing them, say—will be infected.” She walked slowly toward the table beside the guards, picking up a small clear bottle of water from her jacket.

Turning one of the scariest wolves in the world into a puppy overnight was far more frightening than when she’d slaughtered those rogues earlier. This… this was on another level. And suddenly, the perfect word to describe her surfaced in my mind. Devil. Yes. She was a devil. For a brief moment, I caught the slow curl of her lips, her gaze sparkling as if she’d heard my thoughts—amused, entertained, as though I hadn’t even begun to see the depths of her madness yet. But before I could process that unsettling realization, Dervic, who was still on top of me leaned closer. So close that only inches separated us.

There's a distinct way that the devil uses to call her child, each one's different from the other, sometimes she calls them by giving a secret message on a portion of restaurant food, or have a paper airplane fly over you, the most brutal was when she sent a voodoo doll with pins on its forehead and a picture of the person she wanted to summon. She's always creatively dangerous, and Misha tried to distance herself from her. As far as she knows, she handpicked those she wanted to be her children, and without any objection or what from her chosen, they'll become her children. As far as she knows, there are only four of them: Blanche, Astolfo, Justice, and Serpent. She hasn't met Justice and Se