Devil Wants To Hug Novels & Stories

He gives the guy a shove in retaliation. “Why do you have to be so annoying, Aleister?” He finally opens his mouth. Aleister, the platinum hair guy, giggles when he sees the little one getting irritated. “And why do you have to be so disagreeable and gloomy every time I see you, Cain?” Aleister jokes back. Cain can’t help chuckling as he looks at Aleister in amusement. “Oh, stop staring at me with those bloody eyes of yours. They’re creepy!” Aleister turns away, still in jest.

Show your future Boss what kind of things you are hiding in your heart! Your greatest fear? A painful memory? A traumatic experience? Don’t worry, this kind and generous lady will save you from your inner demons. Hug this big golden thigh while you still can! (1) --- (1) "to hug (a person’s) big thighs" 抱 大 腿 bào dà tuǐ - Chinese saying that means / signifies that a person is trying to curry favor with someone else; it originated from people who were Buddhist and praying to Buddha for help. The statues of Buddha in temples are usually huge and so people will 'hug' his thighs / legs when praying for help.

And his fate was decided by the Devil himself. "Daddy." What the hell ! The devil thought . "Daddy!" Saying came running a little girl from under the small book shelf and went to hug her daddy. " Where the actual hell this little sh*t came from , didn't you kill each and every single one of them?! " the devil asked his men while eyeing the small girl with a death glare who was hugging the bastard. 'Daddy?' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title?'

Akshara giggled and his silvery hair disturbed her so much, “Uh, Devil, I don’t like your long hair. Make it short.” Dev lifted his head from her steps and asked her, “How much shorter?” “Hum, to shoulder level. So, it would be handy for me.” “Handy!” Dev chuckled to her preferences. “Handy to hold on to it?” “Devil... you!” Akshara blushed to his question while he said, “As you wish my eternal bliss,” Dev agreed to all her demands and Akshara was so happy, “It’s too good to have a boyfriend like you, Devil, who agrees to every crazy idea I post.”

I blushed, ducking my head. I felt another pair of eyes on me. They belonged to the hulking man seated beside Alpha Enzo. I had never seen him before. I shivered as his cold, calculating eyes bore into me. I broke the eye contact, feeling shivers all over my body. If my guess was right, then that was definitely the Devil Alpha.

the devil commanded. Despite her own powerlessness, Petra clutched the child firmly, determined not to relinquish him. The devil’s hand, which appeared to be normal, grasped Petra’s arm with an inhuman strength. The sound of cracking bones filled the air as Petra struggled against the pain. Her skin ruptured and blood began to flow as she shrieked in agony but refused to let go.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

kind of rich. “Elena, I would need you to give me an answer, so that I can have my Lawyers draw up a contract,” his voice was calm again, almost too calm and his expression unreadable. I hate when people’s face don't give off their intentions. Mostly you can tell the intent from their expression but with Atlas, there was nothing. Point blank. “A contract with the devil, I see,” I muttered, the words playing on my lips a little bit long. “Don't see it that way Elena,” he smirked, it was infuriating how good he looked when he grinned devilishly. how his lips carved out my name in a way that made my legs tremble at those words.

She thrashed wildly in Zayden’s arms, her strength tripling in pure terror. Zayden’s grip tightened again, dragging her flush against his body, locking her in place. His arms curled around her waist, restraining her every movement. “Shh,” he murmured, almost soothingly. Like a devil calming his prey before devouring it whole. His fingers trailed down her stomach, taunting. “You see how this works, love?” he murmured against her ear, his voice smooth. “Your attention should be on me.” Hema shook her head frantically.

“More than Alessandro ever could.” Her lips trembled. “You scared me too. When you didn’t look at me. When you told them to take me away.” “I’m sorry.” Axel muttered. His grip tightened, protective, almost desperate, his breath uneven against her hair. For the first time that night, his body stopped bracing for impact. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. The hug wasn’t an apology, or forgiveness, or a promise of safety. It was relief. It was exhaustion. It was two people who had come too close to losing each other, holding on because letting go felt unthinkable.